The Soul's Retreat

Pluto and the Imp

by on Aug.09, 2010, under General, Poetry

A tale was told in recent times
Of Fen, an Imp of goodly ways.
Strange music he began to hear,
One misty evening through the haze.

Fear flowed with the haunting strains,
His noisy heart thrummed as he ran –
Not loud enough to overcome
The calling tune of Connorbahn.

Instinctively he knew his fate,
And yet he fought against all odds.
His very soul defied the grasp
Of the mighty faerie God of Gods.

He clenched his fists into his ears
As, gasping, he fled through the night.
The moon smiled on, oblivious
To the wretched creatures’ dreadful plight.

Breathing musty odours in –
Chest heaving, he began to tire.
The music now crescendoing,
His body held the heat of fire.

Torn and bloodied from the chase,
And weakened now beyond all aid,
Tormented, he fell to his knees,
Trembling as death’s music played.

The end came swiftly, without pain,
His tiny form now lay unfurled.
An empty shell, a soul reclaimed,
By Pluto, Lord of the Underworld!

* Connorbahn is music heard in the world of Faerie as death approaches.

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by on Aug.09, 2010, under General, Poetry

So, where to now?
For the final time, our tempers
Turned around to take a bite.
Senseless accusations leaped
From me to you, and back again,
Generating so much pain,
Another row!
What have we done?
For here I stand without a life.
Mocked by this tired reflection
In the exit door.
Through trembling lips
The question hangs, then slips –
Who won?
This time we lost it all!
There’s now no turning back
To eat my words, make you eat yours.
I stand alone
Steeped in this unearthly chill,
The sirens’ echoes fill
This empty hall.
Which kind of death is worse?
Whose staring eyes conceal more pain?
Those seeing from the outside in, or inside out?
It’s time to leave,
Taken now from where we are.
One travelling in a prison car,
The other in a hearse.

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by on Aug.09, 2010, under General, Poetry

Languid intoxication blurs my senses,
Liquefying the memory
Of the lies dripping
So easily from your lips.
Trying vainly to erase
The acidic bitterness
Drenching my soul,
Dousing the elegiac emotions
Inanely lingering.

Yes, your translucent demeanour flourished
Around my delicate psyche.
Those sordid acts of betrayal
Withering my soul
Still more
With each subtle blow.
Ahhh, I sip this blood red wine
In remembrance of you,
As I lay a rose
Upon your grave
And I dance…

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by on Aug.09, 2010, under General, Poetry

When I walk along the ‘prom’
At home, here by the sea,
The spinning carousel there
Brings such memories to me.

Sometimes, I buy a ticket
Just to ride my favourite mare,
And we gallop back to childhood days,
Where I lived, without a care!

The seduction of the music
The enchanting organ sound.
The sweet intoxication
Of being whirled around.

The vibrant, living colours,
Scarlet, yellow, edged in gold,
Add to the enchantment
And the magic, many-fold!

I become a little girl again,
Wind fluttering through my hair,
I surrender to the feelings
Often hid, but always there.

And if I ride at twilight,
All the horses are aglow
With multi-coloured lights,
Making such a wondrous show.

Then as the ride slows down
And the music starts to fade
I return to present times
Leaving behind the masquerade.

I step down to the concrete path
I’ve had my bit of fun!
It’s back to earth now, with a bump –
Must get the shopping done!

~ ~ ~

I (and my husband, Steve) have been known to do this, and although people give us a wry smile at first, there have been times when they have obviously thought ‘oh what the heck’ and climbed onto one of the horses themselves and had some fun!
It does your soul good to break out once in a while, and do something crazy when the moment takes you….

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Candy Moonstone Fairy

by on Aug.09, 2010, under Children's, Poetry

One bright and breezy morning
Young Candy started out,
A tender little fairy
Of that there was no doubt.
She craved for an adventure,
She wanted sights to see.
She didn’t fancy being stuck
On someone’s Christmas tree!

She donned her wings of best pink down,
Two stars adorned her feet
(She thought that moons would slow her –
She needed something fleet!).
She fluttered softly through dark space,
Until a light she saw.
A blue-green jewel spinning there,
Her eyes widened in awe!

That must be Earth, she gasped with joy,
A wonder to be seen!
She fluttered down onto the ground
Into a meadow green.
There she espied a little girl,
Good and pretty as could be.
But she’d been told that fairy folk,
These humans could not see.

She fluttered close to take a look,
And then to her surprise
The girl looked up and said ‘hello’
She couldn’t believe her eyes!
My name is Jessie, said the girl,
Have you come to play with me?
As she reached her hand out gently
Candy landed there, with glee!

They played all day, they made some tea,
Had a picnic with the dolls,
Some teddies joined them later,
And a gnome and two green trolls!
All too soon, came time to leave,
Both girls had to get home.
Candy flew back to the moon,
Leaving Jessie all alone.

But she wasn’t sad or lonely,
Candy promised to return.
She left a gift of silver stars
And a little rhyme to learn.

It went:
‘Candy Moonstone Fairy
Please come visit me today,
This is your friend Jessie,
And it’s time to come and play’.
She said ‘hold the stars within your hands,
And say the rhyme, times three.
This unlocks the gate between us,
It’s a special kind of key’.

So Jessie is the happiest little girl
In all the land,
She has her secret fairy friend,
And they both understand
That dreams and wishes can come true
If only you believe,
And magic is around us all
For lovely spells to weave.

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Scared of the Dark

by on Aug.09, 2010, under Children's, Poetry

Two pointed ears
At the end of my bed…
A monster is waiting
He needs to be fed!
I peer through the dark
And quite clearly I see
Those big scary ears
Are twitching at me!

As the moon rises
Behind a dark cloud,
The ears move again
And I scream out loud!
Then the silvery light shows
That what I suppose
Is a big hairy monster –
Are only my toes!

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by on Aug.09, 2010, under Poetry, Spiritual

A house so full of memories…

We began our dream here, as newly-weds,
Amongst the paint-pots and dustsheets.
I can see her now, young and spirited,
Dressed in my old torn shirt, hair tied high,
So beautiful.

As time passed us by, this place became home,
Filled with the aromas of fresh baked bread
And percolated coffee.
And she would sing, always a little off-key,
And give a little chuckle if she caught me listening.

All of that was a lifetime ago…

Now here, in our bedroom, our sacred space,
Where she made me promise never to forget her,
I wait, in the knowledge that she will come to me
As she always does, around this time.

She will walk through that doorway,
A vision in white, her long hair flowing.
The sadness almost tangible.
And, although her heartrending cries haunt me,
I refuse to shut them out.

Aching to hold her close, for one last time.
I still reach out, to touch her,
But there is no substance.
An ethereal nothingness.
Each night is both ecstasy and torment!

Time heals, they tell us,
But since I died,
Her sorrow has seemed infinite…

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Dear Easter Bunny

by on Aug.09, 2010, under Humorous, Poetry

I’m applying for the vacancy,
Because I’ve heard you’re sick.
A poor bedridden bunny,
The thought cuts me to the quick!

The ad says ‘must be sensitive’
And ‘able and agile.’
‘Must have a sense of humour
And a natty fashion style’.

‘Must be able to look bunny-like’
Well I sure have the teeth!
As for ears, I’m sure they’ll stretch,
And for the ‘underneath’…

Hey, my feet are size eleven
And I have wonderful legs!
And as for my bunny skills,
You should see me juggle eggs!

I’ll need transport from coast to coast
Fast as the speed of sound
So like every clever bunny
I will use ‘the underground’.

Oh please consider me
When choosing your replacement.
(My bunny suit is airing
On a hanger in the basement).

For your answer I’ll be waiting
With wild anticipation.
I can be your bunny double,
That is no eggsaggeration!

~ ~ ~

This was written for a competion on where we had to write a poetic application to stand in for the Easter Bunny, who was in hospital!

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Digital Art ~ some of my dabblings in the virtual studio!

by on Aug.05, 2010, under Art, Digital Art

Abstract Me

Ethereal Journey  ~  Journey On…

Faerie Washing

Softly in the waxen light
Through silver hush
Of eventide
The faeries hang their clothes to dry
Deep in the woods
No need to hide
For mortal folk are all asleep
No prying eyes
Will see them glide
Wings fluttering in stardust hues
On moonbeam rays
They seem to ride…

Life-Force  ~  Unstoppable Law of Attraction

Heart  ~  Strong enough to last a lifetime, yet so easily broken

Mind Leak  ~  One day the mind-seal was broken, and it all came fluttering through…

Pearls of Destiny

Words;  how they can change lives – restoring or destroying the balance of what is…
Use them wisely!

Twilight Wishes  ~  Make a Wish as the Moon Rises

Butterfly Dream  ~  Multicolour torment or Delight?  Hearts and Wings, keep on beating…

Where the sun don’t shine  ~  Down at the bottom of the garden, under the apple tree, beside the fence…

Journey  ~  Where from?  Where to?  For how long?

Reflections  ~  Dreams and Longings

Dreamshadows  ~  An extension of one of my many colourful dreams

Fay  ~  The Fay hold the secrets of the forests and the flowers, brightening the lives of all those fortunate to meet them… a beautiful enigma…

Wash Away My Sins  ~  Not wishing for a new beginning, just some life editing tools to erase the marks where the flies have been…

Acceptance  ~  Just to remind myself…

Life’s Manic Roundabout  ~  Feel the spin…

Just Me  ~  A slightly darker view






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Celebration Cake

by on Aug.04, 2010, under Vegan Delights (Recipes)

This is the easiest cake in the world to make and it tastes just as good if not better than ones with ‘animal bits’ in.  It can be used as a Christmas or birthday cake etc, but doesn’t keep forever like ‘traditional’ fruit cake – so just make it one or two days before you need it.


1½ lb (675g) mixed sultanas, currants, raisins
2 Tbs olive or walnut oil (some people prefer to use 3 Tbs)
12 oz (350g) 100% wholemeal self-raising flour
1 tbsp (15ml) molasses (or black treacle)
Grated rind of 1 lemon
¾ pint (450ml) water
2 tsp (10ml) ground mixed spice
3oz (75g) raw brown sugar
3 tbsp (45ml) sherry


Grease and line a 7½ inch (19cm) round cake tin.

Place all the ingredients, except the sherry, in a basin and beat well until evenly mixed.

Pour into a tin and bake at 150c (300f or Gas mark 2) for about 2 hours, until risen and firm to the touch.

Allow to cool slightly in the tin then spoon the sherry over the cake and leave in the tin until completely cold.

 Decorate with almond paste and/or icing as desired!  Easy!

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