Manic Monday’s Three Way Challenge – Reap your harvest.

This Poem was written in response to Laura M Bailey’s challenge, which was posted a bit late because she isn’t feeling great. Sending her all my best wishes, Hope she is feeling better soon.

See Link:

https://alltheshoesiwear.wordpress.com/2018/10/30/manic-monday-3-way-prompt/comment-page-1/#comment-4675

You may also wish to read my previous entry for the 3-way challenge:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/10/22/manic-mondays-three-way-challenge-the-final-release/

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The Word: REAPER.

 

Through the labyrinth of your mind

To the depths of your soul,

You’ll find life easier if you’re kind,

Whatever your destiny or your goal.

 

As you wend your way through life,

Sow seeds of love as you go,

For life can be full of fun or strife,

But you tend to reap more of what you sow.

 

In humility bow your head,

The reaper comes to take you,

To the final lands of the dead,

From where your soul returns anew.

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 30/October/2018

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/10/30/rdp-tuesday-dead/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/10/30/your-daily-word-prompt-labyrinth-october-30-2018/

Manic Monday’s Three Way Challenge – The Final Release.

This Poem was written in response to Laura M Bailey’s challenge. See Link:

https://alltheshoesiwear.wordpress.com/2018/10/22/manic-mondays-3-way-prompt-deadly/

You may also wish to read my previous entry for the 3-way challenge:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/10/18/manic-mondays-3-way-challenge-the-ice-witch-of-norway/

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The maiden softly sleeps,

Free from the ravages of time

her heart no longer weeps

perfectly preserved in her prime.

 

Her chest neither rises nor falls,

She’s released from his hateful endeavour.

from his faithless and lustful calls, 

Her eyes have closed forever.

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 22/October/2018

 

 

 

Manic Mondays 3-Way Challenge – The Ice Witch of Norway.

This story was written in response to Laura M Bailey’s challenge. See Link:

https://alltheshoesiwear.wordpress.com/2018/10/15/manic-mondays-3-way-prompt-witch-witchy-bewitched/

You may also wish to read my previous entry for the 3-way challenge:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/10/01/manic-mondays-3-way-challenge-so-hungry-are-the-damned-a-dark-poem/

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The Ice Witch of Norway

There was a Witch who lived in a simple hut in the mountains of the far north of Norway.

The Winters were long and harsh and ravaged the land between October and early May.

During the Winter months, the people huddled together in their wooden houses around the fire and prayed for the Spring.

The Witch lived alone in the hill and seemed to delight in the snow, dancing and capering on all but the most terrible snow storms.

People started to believe that this woman was responsible for bringing the winter that she seemed to enjoy so much.

It was her fault that the Winters were so harsh. It was her fault that the lambs and kids born early would perish in the late winter frosts.

After one particularly bad blizzard, the menfolk gathered in the beer house drinking the last of their precious brew.

“Something has got to be done!” Cried Olav Harkensson.

“She was out dancing again last night,” agreed Nils Thorssen, “There were lights flashing in the sky, bright greens. She was casting a spell. Bringing this storm down upon us, no doubt”.

As the menfolk talked and drank, they began to grow braver and more stupid. They no longer feared the magic that the Witch could bring down upon them. This winter had been particularly bad, it was nearly May and it was still not showing signs of departing. Eventually, they grabbed torches and pitchforks and went to find the witch.

The blizzard had passed but it was still snowing lightly as they climbed up the mountain path onto the high plateau where the Witch lived. Her hut was built near the steep side of a mountain, near a frozen waterfall and the snow-covered meadow that she danced in.

She must have sensed their presence because the door opened and she strode out, tall and proud to meet them.

Her long red hair caught in the wind and flapped around her white face. Her dark wool cloak also flapped like a banner in the cold icy air.

Defiantly she stood in front of her simple hut.

“What do you want?” She shouted in a clear voice that carried and echoed around the valley.

Olav Harkensson, who was the self-appointed leader of the group, stepped forward.

“Leave this place, you foul Witch and take this accursed Winter away with you!”

The Witch threw back her head and laughed.

“And what if I fail to acquiesce to your request? What will you do then?”

The angry mob drew back from the glare of her eyes. Some people made the sign of the cross across their fur-clad chests. A young firebrand by the name of Magnus Vigmir ran forward, either braver than the rest or drunker and threw his flaming torch at the Witch’s hut.

Despite the snow, the timber caught alight quickly and within a short moment, the hut was ablaze.

Boldened by this move, the men rushed forward brandishing their pitchforks.

Before they could reach her, the Witch wrapped her black cloak around her and transformed into an enormous raven.

The mob shouted in horror and clung to each other in fear like little boys.

The raven flew around them and the Witches voice called out.

“Fools, You Fools! It was not I who brought the Winter. The Winter clings hard to all the lands this far north, but I summoned the Spring every year followed by the Summer. I could only do this for a few months before Winter returned to claim what is rightfully hers. Now I will leave to find somewhere else to call home.”

The Raven flew away to the west and was never seen again. The Spring never came that year and the people either perished or moved further south and closer to the sea. To this day, that valley in the far north of Norway is known as the Valley of Eternal Winter.

The End

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 16/October/2018

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/10/16/your-daily-word-prompt-acquiesce-october-16-2018/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/10/18/rdp-thursday-blizzard/

3 Day Lyric Challenge – Day 1

I have been nominated by this challenge by the fabulous Laura M Bailey at All The Shoes I Wear. See her post here:

https://alltheshoesiwear.wordpress.com/2018/10/03/3-day-lyric-challenge-day-1/

 

Ok, Confession time. She didn’t exactly nominate me, she left it an open nomination, but I fancied doing it so I have taken up the baton.

 

So the Rules:

1 Thank the person who nominated you.
2 Share one of your favourite song/lyrics one at a time for three days.
3 Nominate three other bloggers each day.

 

As many of you know, I have a taste for the Old-Fashioned, those golden oldies of music (and Film) and I toyed with the idea of choosing some more modern songs for this challenge…..But then I remembered I don’t like any modern songs, so here is one of my all time favourites.

Carpenters – Top of the World – 1972

 

The Lyrics:

Such a feelin’s comin’ over me
There is wonder in most everything I see
Not a cloud in the sky
Got the sun in my eyes
And I won’t be surprised if it’s a dream

Everything I want the world to be
Is now coming true especially for me
And the reason is clear
It’s because you are here
You’re the nearest thing to heaven that I’ve seen

I’m on the top of the world lookin’ down on creation
And the only explanation I can find
Is the love that I’ve found ever since you’ve been around
Your love’s put me at the top of the world

Something in the wind has learned my name
And it’s tellin’ me that things are not the same
In the leaves on the trees and the touch of the breeze
There’s a pleasin’ sense of happiness for me

There is only one wish on my mind
When this day is through I hope that I will find
That tomorrow will be just the same for you and me
All I need will be mine if you are here

I’m on the top of the world lookin’ down on creation
And the only explanation I can find
Is the love that I’ve found ever since you’ve been around
Your love’s put me at the top of the world

 

My Nominees:

Well, I would like to Nominate my pal, That Guy Called Bloke, but he is already doing a regular post about great happy feel-good music, check out the link below:

T.O.T.W – Songs To Feel Good With 3

I would also like to nominate a fellow Kristian at Life Lessons around the Dinner Table

https://lifelessonsaroundthedinnertable.wordpress.com/2018/10/04/wordless-wednesday-18-autumn-stroll/

and also Victoria Stuart at Family Matters.

https://familymatters389367221.wordpress.com/2018/10/04/separation/

Manic Mondays 3-Way Challenge – So Hungry are the Damned – A Dark Poem

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This poem was written in response to Laura M Bailey’s challenge. See Link:

https://alltheshoesiwear.wordpress.com/2018/10/01/manic-mondays-3-way-prompt-damned/

You may also wish to read my previous 3-way challenge story because this one follows it:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/09/24/manic-mondays-3-way-challenge-personal-scars-a-story-in-less-than-100-words/

 

So Hungry Are the Damned

 

He lured her to his lair

in that dark, secluded glade,

without fear, without a care

she danced to the tune he played.

 

He admired her tender form

so lovely, so full of grace.

Her body, soft and warm, 

then he slowly turned her face.

 

he bit into her neck,

to harvest her blood, so hot.

The red stains now bedeck

where diamonds soon forgot. 

 

Now she’ll join him as his queen,

in his realm, that darkest land, 

Envy not, those fiends, unclean,

so hungry are the damned

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 01/October/2018

 

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/10/01/glade/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/10/01/your-daily-word-prompt-harvest-october-1-2018/

 

 

 

 

Manic Mondays 3-Way Challenge – Personal Scars – A story in less than 100 words.

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This story was written in response to Laura M Bailey’s challenge. See Link:

https://alltheshoesiwear.wordpress.com/2018/09/24/manic-mondays-3-way-prompt-scars/

You may also wish to read my previous 3-way challenge story because this one follows it:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/09/17/manic-mondays-3-way-challenge-caught-in-the-boondocks/

Personal Scars

She was deeply scarred and yet her body was truly beautiful.

Her skin was adorned with the most opulent tattoo of blossom flowers, to represent her youth and beauty.

Her skin was perfect, unblemished; not a mole, freckle or mark disfigured that exquisite body.

All her scars were internal, personal. They were around her heart.

One day she hoped to meet a man who loved her and didn’t hurt her.

One day she hoped to find someone who didn’t just see her beauty as a way to make money.

The End

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 24/September/2018

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/09/24/your-daily-word-prompt-opulent-september-24th-2018/

FOWC with Fandango — Personal