Showing posts with label silly. Show all posts
Showing posts with label silly. Show all posts
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Friday, March 5, 2010
The Youngest, Part Two
(Part One here.)
The queen mother was not satisfied with these odds, however. "Here," she said, "take this honest woodcutter's son with you, and treat him kindly. And if he should win the prize as his kind are wont to do, let him do so, and rejoice that you yet live and have the hope of another of the princesses." The young prince knew the wisdom of accepting his mother's gift and did so gladly.
The queen mother was not satisfied with these odds, however. "Here," she said, "take this honest woodcutter's son with you, and treat him kindly. And if he should win the prize as his kind are wont to do, let him do so, and rejoice that you yet live and have the hope of another of the princesses." The young prince knew the wisdom of accepting his mother's gift and did so gladly.
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
The Youngest - Part One
And from January 2007!
Once upon a time, in a faraway land, there lived a king, his loving queen, and his three lovely daughters. And the strange thing about these daughters was this: they had learned that the youngest of three sisters is bound to be the fairest, sweetest, wisest, and most fortunate, in turn binding her elder sisters to a life of jealous ill-nature and an unhappy end. The sisters thought this unfair, and so took it in turns to be the youngest, each in her turn becoming the jewel of the family while the other two contentedly awaited their turns and enjoyed being fair enough, sweet enough, wise enough, and fortunate enough. But their secret they told no one, for fear that the charm would break.
Once upon a time, in a faraway land, there lived a king, his loving queen, and his three lovely daughters. And the strange thing about these daughters was this: they had learned that the youngest of three sisters is bound to be the fairest, sweetest, wisest, and most fortunate, in turn binding her elder sisters to a life of jealous ill-nature and an unhappy end. The sisters thought this unfair, and so took it in turns to be the youngest, each in her turn becoming the jewel of the family while the other two contentedly awaited their turns and enjoyed being fair enough, sweet enough, wise enough, and fortunate enough. But their secret they told no one, for fear that the charm would break.
Friday, October 2, 2009
For the Muse of Uninspiration
Hello! And welcome to my third blog! This is to encourage me to record my stories and poems, when the muse strikes. However, in recognition of the muse that comes to me most often, I start with an old poem of mine:
For The Muse of Uninspiration --
Be cursed, cruel Muse!
Your sisters never
Tormented a supplicant so.
You still abuse -
You hinder ever,
Sentencing us poor souls to woe.
Memory's child
By faithless Zeus,
Your sisters would succor and teach;
But you, reviled,
Have found your use
Removing art from artist's reach.
Faithless eldest,
Man you spurned.
-- The Greeks refused to give you name --
Knowing best
There's none you earned:
Absence, not presence, your domain.
Americans
In our conceit
Forget this silence meant to mock.
Our stilled pens
Will readily greet
And dub thee, dread muse, "Writer's Block".
For The Muse of Uninspiration --
Be cursed, cruel Muse!
Your sisters never
Tormented a supplicant so.
You still abuse -
You hinder ever,
Sentencing us poor souls to woe.
Memory's child
By faithless Zeus,
Your sisters would succor and teach;
But you, reviled,
Have found your use
Removing art from artist's reach.
Faithless eldest,
Man you spurned.
-- The Greeks refused to give you name --
Knowing best
There's none you earned:
Absence, not presence, your domain.
Americans
In our conceit
Forget this silence meant to mock.
Our stilled pens
Will readily greet
And dub thee, dread muse, "Writer's Block".
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