the wisest of fools
plays to lesser idiots
with no lick of lack
~kat
For Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge: lack & fool.
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Returning
the tide
sweeps the strand
reclaiming beached remnants
of cockles and shell shards; the sea
yearning
~kat~
A Cinquain for Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge, Synonyms Only, Prompt Words: Love (yearning) & Time (tide).
Autumn – Stanza 16
legend has it, have you heard, so they say…
from inconceivable to the absurd, tales
of the notorious evolve from voice to page
fantastical, believe it or nots, boring history
rewritten, o’er and again, ne’er to be forgot
~kat
For Jane Dougherty’s August Stanza Challenge.
Many a tale has been spun regarding Sigurd. Most notable and corroborated by several traditions is the story of how he killed a dragon. Truly the stuff of legend, because, of course, one must believe that dragons actually existed to give it any weight. There are love triangles, a jilted lover Brünhild who called for his murder and then asks to be burned with him on his burial pyre. Honestly, I read about it all with a grain of salt. According to history, they did manage to have a daughter, Aslaug, who married Ragnor Lodbrok, another legendary figure…and down the line the links in the chain eventually led to my grandfather, my mother and me. But Dragons? You’ll be relieved to know I haven’t found a reference to unicorns in my tree…yet! 🤣
Autumn – Stanza 15
burst forth in salutations for these pious few of note
grace, humility, compassion stirred their hearts and
souls; some were royal born, some were royal wed,
a full life they all lived then to the nunnery they fled
sainted, miracles post-death, their legacies are legend
~kat
For Jane Dougherty’s Daily Stanza Challenge.
In my ancestry searches, I’ve come across several saints in my family tree. These are the women saints that I have discovered so far. It was not uncommon for women of royalty to take an interest in charitable work and building abbeys throughout Europe. Once their children were grown and their husbands gone (for they often outlived them) these ladies would “get thee to a nunnery”…or as the records show, they would retire to the abbeys they had built. Sainthood was always bestowed upon them posthumously, as witnesses began to report miracles associated with them. Above are the pictures of my great-greats who left such a legacy.
St Helena (b249-d330) 57th Great
St Dode Clothilde (b490-d540) 48th Great
St Itta (b592-d693) 45th Great
St Marie (b605-d677) 45th Great
St Begga (b613-d692) 44th Great
St Irmina (b650-d706) 44th Great
St Elgiva (b922-d944) 36th Great
St Margaret Atheling (b1045-d1093) 35th Great
Dirge – Manic Mondays
darkness
i understand
dreams
grow dark
i go into
the night
of my heart
the flame
rises,
I desire
~kat
For Manic Monday’s Three-Way Prompt: Word: Dirge, Photo above, and the Song: Aniron by Enya. As I do every week, the poem inspired by these three are a Black Out poem taken from the translated lyrics of the song below:
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O môr henion i dhû: |
From darkness I understand the night: |
|
Tiriel arad ‘ala môr |
Having watched the day grow dark |
|
Alae! Ir êl od elín! |
Behold! The star of stars! |
|
I lacha en naur e-chun |
The flame of the fire of the heart |
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