THIS IS THE HEART of all my writing! This is the "original" CANDLE EVE long verse revised. It was from this one tale that all of my other writings, maps and drawing revolve, and grew from.
111 I was young when my mother called
me Fayendar, but I kept the name and
ever was known as “Beloved-brother”
unto all I met in my travels thereafter.
to that woodland maid, who worshiped
‘neath the gray moonlit stars,
near that clear running brook.
113 For seven nights she bathed
and did prance before my wanting
eyes, all the while unknowing of
my desirous presence, and gaze nearby.
114 On that seventh starlit eve
I wove her name upon the wind,
like an enchantment into her
tune I sang along in whispered chants.
115 “Enava,” I so named my sweet
“Morning Love” when at dawn’s break
she would always dress and leave me;
always wanting more of story to hear.
116 She sang of children’s laughter about
her feet, she desired sons and daughters of
her own, a family to grow and teach,
clothe and love; to be mother and wife.
117 She sang of the Goddess Ye`vonel,
the naked Moon-Queen who rode across
the midnight sky upon her winged
steed, granting fertility and strength.
118 With dripping long hair, arched
back, and her firmness raised high, she
kicked amid that splashing brook to
conjure forth a melody and husband seek.
119 She was a daughter, from the village
called Uruk, just one among twelve most
loved by her mother, yet she felt alone;
and indeed her time for love had come.
120 On the eighth night she wept instead,
and ere she pranced-bare, alone before the
Goddess-moon; Fayendar announced
himself as a wanderer of Mithar unto her.
121 He calmed her frightful gasp by
singing his own song of faraway lands and
his desires of home and love, of family
and need of wife as lovely as she; “Enava”.
123 Instead of anger, Arlene by name
blushed at his confession, that he had so
enjoyed her prancing-arch, moon-lit
dance, which had conjured him forth.
124 It was then in that fair moment
near dawn’s hour, at which three great
hounds bounded toward my strange
presence, to save their princess fair.
124 Yet, Enava-Arlene called them back
by name: King, April and Micah; from
their pouncing duty against the
woodland wanderer she had befriended.
125 At her behest they led us back home
to where our winding trail so followed;
past Uruk’s market well, and sunbaked
homes, where questioning faces turned.
126 She introduced me to her mother and
grandmother too, a story-telling brother
and sisters more; yet even among them
all, Enava still held my wanting heart.
127 They took me as one of their own as
though I had always belonged among
them; her mother spoke of me as a son,
unto her brother, a brother I had become.
128 In seven months’ time I called dear
wife and me, her husbandman true; then
gifted me a daughter who radiated with
elven-grace, a beauty beyond elegance.
129 I so name the child “Ilbrekah” for
indeed she was “A child of Elven-love”, bold
and strong willed more than her kin,
adventurous spirit, with a seeking heart.
130 Yet upon her seventh birth-year I
confessed my sadness to her mother,
Enava, I had so betrayed my Lord-King,
Valenfay; fleeing fair Eul’s Ra`More in fear.
131 Since childhood my brother, Calan so
named, had ever grown deeper in his
disdain of me, and sought my life to
take; I had endangered those about me.
132 Against her begging tears she
understood my cause and need to make
recompense unto his majesties’ crown I
had so greatly offended his honored House.
133 So it was where I left you my beloved
child in not knowing me, your father all
these year and the tale of how I met
your mother and cause for my departure.
I LOVE Dr. Walter Martin. His book THE KINGDOM OF THE CULTS initially 'led me out' of the Jehovah's Witnesses and in reading JUST the Bible alone; without Pastor or extra revelations of Watchtower magazines. I just found this video and my jaw dropped!!!
Here is another "Interesting" one.....
Here is another "Interesting" one.....
(My poem "FEET" was in a dream that looked like this).
I usually carry paper with me in my pockets all the time. Whenever a thought comes to mind I jot it down. These "scribbles" are taken out at the end of the day and tossed onto my rolltop desk. I am an early riser, and 4:15 AM, enjoying my morning coffee, it has been my custom to go through the stack of scribbles and type them out using Microsoft Word. The various sentences then become embellished paragraphs and usually cut & pasted into whatever "story" they seem most compatible with. Thus far over these many years, 15+ I am working on at least six different novels, poems and genealogies and a religious research book.
I then go through these rough drafts and re-work them internally, cut and pasting, adding and subtracting, and embellishing the thoughts into a plot, hopefully with more than a few twists in the end. When doing the character's dialogue I usually just write out the conversation straight out. Then I go back and add the "he said" and the "she says". It is fun and challenging to have the dialogue sound positive and the body language negative or vice versa the other way; she smiled and said, "I can't stand you." Makes for more interesting and realistic character developing. A lot of times by doing this even I am not sure how the characters are going to develop. On main male character made "look like" a real life person I know, their mannerisms are those another person I may know, they "sound" like a third person and their personality is of yet a fourth person I may know.
Along with all of this, I sprinkle in the time of day, seasons, surroundings; which all play into the mood of the character and helps to push the unfolding story along as well. I like twists and having an unexpected, devil's advocate of an ending; and then "watching the reader's face" - I didn't see that coming - is the fun part.
Well, this is how I craft my story process. I am not sure how others may do things, but it's how I've been doing it and the writing has become a great release for me. Hopefully, readers will enjoy the efforts of the sharing.