Tales of Old… #Poetry

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Old fairy tales haunt the air

They wait for memory to bring them back

What evil do we breathe?

Dark woods that call you there

To feed from life, retell their stories

Of magic swords and healing cups

Treasures buried in hidden caves

Where dragons sleep, do not disturb

How do you feel when the winds blow cold?

Is it the ice queen breathing down your back?

Do you hear wolves late at night?

Do you have a cloak of red?

Can you see the house of sugar?

Did you leave crumbs to find your way out?

Did you find Aladdin’s Lamp, rub it clean

Hear the genie scream, what is your wish?

Careful now, lest darkness calls on a witches broom

She’s flying by, your desire she heard

Mischief comes in strange disguise

No needles in this kingdom found

Save one, now they sleep for years to come

Prick not your finger, lest your life be undone

A golden plait hangs from on high

A maiden rescued from tower walls

Who can tell what thoughts are memories

Carried by the wind, imparting old life to live within…

AAAAA

Tales of Old… #Poetry

genie_by_repeatingarms.jpg

 

Old fairy tales haunt the air

They wait for memory to bring them back

What evil do we breathe?

Dark woods that call you there

To feed from life, retell their stories

Of magic swords and healing cups

Treasures buried in hidden caves

Where dragons sleep, do not disturb

How do you feel when the winds blow cold?

Is it the ice queen breathing down your back?

Do you hear wolves late at night?

Do you have a cloak of red?

Can you see the house of sugar?

Did you leave crumbs to find your way out?

Did you find Aladdin’s Lamp, rub it clean

Hear the genie scream, what is your wish?

Careful now, lest darkness calls on a witches broom

She’s flying by, your desire she heard

Mischief comes in strange disguise

No needles in this kingdom found

Save one, now they sleep for years to come

Prick not your finger, lest your life be undone

A golden plait hangs from on high

A maiden rescued from tower walls

Who can tell what thoughts are memories

Carried by the wind, imparting old life to live within…

AAAAA

#Jaye’s Journal: An Unexpected Visitor…

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My office is usually a quiet, peaceful place. Unless something goes radically wrong and I am having a rant.

Today was almost such a day, but I was trying hard not to lose it, determined to figure out what I was doing wrong and why my WIP was proving so difficult to get right.

I have to sit with my back to the door, something I wish I could change but the layout of the room doesn’t allow for any change. So when I sensed someone standing behind me, I assumed it to be one of the family.

‘Ma’am, that is surely a crying shame…’

The soft gentle voice of a man, inches from my ear should have alarmed me, but my curiosity had the better of me and I wondered what he was talking about. Although I wasn’t entirely sure if I had imagined it, I answered. ‘Pardon?’

‘I have to say that character is all wrong, you know…’

By now, I knew I wasn’t imagining it, but insanity seemed a better fit. I was also fascinated, so decided to play along and see what happened. ‘How do you mean?’

‘If you will permit me to sit down, I will explain…’

I nodded, aware that I was about to see who my mysterious visitor was. I watched as this white haired, distinguished and a slightly familiar gentleman walked past me to sit in the only other chair in the room. He reminded me of someone, but my brain was stumbling around like an idiot at a genius convention.

He had kindly blue eyes and an enormous, also white moustache, a bit like Albert Einstein, but I was sure it wasn’t him. He sat there, next to me, calmly watching me with an amused expression on his face. I wondered id he, like me, wondered what he was doing here. I decided to ask. ‘I feel as though I should know you, but what are you doing here in my office?’

His bushy white eyebrows were moving slightly, reminding me of caterpillars.

‘Ma’am, I have no idea how I arrived here, but judging from what I just read on your notebook, I must be here to lend a hand, so to speak.’

For the next hour, we talked about my progress as a writer, my WIP and one character in particular. I had been worried about this one, so it was refreshing to have another clearly expert opinion.

‘The problem, Ma’am is this. You have not brought him to life yet. He needs to have a life, smell the coffee, and do normal things like a regular human being. He will die soon anyway…’

‘Where did you read that? And please stop calling me Ma’am, my name is Jaye.’

‘Oh, I didn’t read it, Jaye. The poor chap never eats, so he won’t last long…’

I was embarassed but had to laugh. My visitor was right. I had been so involved with the plot; I had forgotten to give him a life. My eyes returned to the chapter on the desk in front of me, eager to see with fresh eyes just what a pig’s ear I had made of it all. It occurred to me to thank my visitor for pointing out what had been wrong all along, but when I turned my head in his direction, he had gone and the chair was empty…

I tried to continue working but my brain was busy trying to remember where I had seen the old gentleman before…

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Warning Light?

 

 

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We have a mystery and a creepy one at that. We noticed it a while ago and try as we might, we cannot figure out what it is or what is causing it.

We are quite used to the spooky goings-on around us, as weird things have been happening to us for a very long time. Some of the things have been a bit scary, like the time all of the mirror tiles in the hall were removed during the night and stacked neatly against the wall. Or the times we smell pipe tobacco or perfume that vanishes as quickly as it comes.

Our cat constantly watches things, things we can’t see and follows them around the room with his eyes.  Sometimes, out of the corner of my eye, I see an old woman dressed in old-fashioned clothes in our kitchen and she seems very at home and interested in what I am doing. Our house is very old, built in 1887, so there are probably many echoes of the past in every brick!

Our lights flicker and switch off all the time, and we have had them checked, but it still happens, so when I caught sight of a strange red light among the bushes outside the front room window, I wasn’t unduly alarmed.

Curious, hell yes. It looked similar to those standby lights that all modern appliances seem to have these days.  I was sure it was outside, but it could only be seen from inside the room. Trouble was, we couldn’t find the source of the reflection, and why it was only visible from certain angles.

For ages, we thought it must have a simple explanation, but the harder we thought about it, the less sense it made. Forced to rethink, we wondered if it could be supernatural as nothing else made sense. The problem with this idea was why? And why was it there at all?

It looked for all the world as if something was sitting in the bushes outside our window. We hunted high and low, both inside and outside the window, but found nothing that could be causing it.

It had to be something reflecting on the glass, but our investigations revealed nothing. Maybe it could be a reflection from somewhere else, but where?

This has been going on for several months and we are no nearer finding the cause.

And before you say it, we know that reflections can be misleading, but it is driving us nuts!

Could it really be a demon visitor, one with only one red eye, spying on us through the window?

What do you think it could be?

 

The Broken Life #blogtour Wrap up #crime thriller http://myBook.to/BrokenLife

 

It was exciting…planning my first ever blog tour, but terrifying too.

Would I get it right — remember all those important details?

Six people volunteered, six people who will remain blessed in my heart for taking a chance on me — someone who invents ways to mess up on a daily basis.

I have revisited all of their posts, replying to all the lovely comments… and want to thank everyone who took part and made this old lady very happy.

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I am listing all of the links to my blog tour posts, just in case you didn’t get to see them.

https://lizziechantree.com/2017/06/20/meet-jaye-marie/

https://coldhandboyack.wordpress.com/2017/06/21/the-broken-life/

https://suzannerogersonfantasyauthor.wordpress.com/2017/06/22/thebrokenlifeblogtour.jaydawes2-excerpt-thriller-mystery/

https://allisonmaruska.com/2017/06/23/on-being-a-writer-guest-post-by-jaye-marie/

https://betweenthelinesbookblog.com/2017/06/24/spotlight-extract-the-broken-life-by-jaye-marie-crime-thriller-jayedawes2/

https://thestoryreadingapeblog.com/2017/06/25/reserved-for-jaye-marie-book-promo/

https://scvincent.com/2017/06/26/guest-author-jaye-marie-thebrokenlifeblogtour-jaydawes2-mystery-thriller/

Now I have calmed down, I can look objectively at my efforts, and I see something I forgot to do.

I didn’t include any review posts!

Hopefully, I may get one or two anyway, for several people said they would be reading The Broken Life … so I haven’t being kicking myself too hard!

Before I close this post, I want to say it again…

Thank you Everybody…

Now, what else can I get up to that I haven’t done before?

The Sad Swan…

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The last time I went for a walk around our local pond/lake, I didn’t blog about it as I have been known to do in the past. This time it was just too sad…

At this time of year, we usually have nesting swans, and earlier this year a pair of swans had built a huge nest and started to lay their eggs. When I was there, I counted five eggs in the nest and made a note on the calendar to remind me when to come back to see the hatchlings.

This date was last Wednesday, and I looked forward to my visit. But the minute I arrived, I knew something was wrong. It was a grey day, no sunshine and it felt chilly, but that wasn’t it. I could sense something, something that felt wrong. No idea why, for everything looked normal, but as I approached the nest, I encountered a rather large plastic barrier at the edge of the pond. Probably put there to stop people (and dogs) from getting too close, for the nest was rather close to the land.

Then I looked at the nest. The swan in residence looked old and tired and was still sitting on the eggs. Normally she would be fussing with the nest and preening her feathers, but she was huddled over the eggs as if she was cold. More to the point, she was alone. Where was her partner?

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I knew that under no normal circumstance would they be apart. In previous years they had been good parents, sharing the care and feeding each other so as not to let the eggs get cold. I scanned the pond, but there was no sign of him (or her, as I can’t tell them apart) what on earth could have happened?

If I had been wearing boots, my heart would have been in one of them, and instead of enjoying the rest of my walk, I went home.

For days, the image of that sad and lonely swan haunted me, and I worried constantly about how she would feed herself. With the cold weather we had been having lately, it was important to keep the eggs warm.

Maybe that was why they hadn’t hatched yet. Maybe they wouldn’t. It was so very sad to contemplate.

 

I have been back again this week, but nothing had changed. Other hatchlings were swimming around, the usual moorhens and mallards, but looking at them made me sadder than ever.

I wondered about contacting the local authority, but they must be aware of what was happening, hence the newly erected barrier. Maybe something had happened to warrant this, and I tried not to think of what it could be.

I will have to go back again next week, but if the eggs still haven’t hatched, they probably never will…