Their beauty lured by irresistable charm the unwary into lover’s harm.
But once transformed into a mortal, love’s bounty became barred.
Category: Myths & Legends
Tales Of The Fae: Spell Of Love [2]
Oh twisted fate!
At last able to feel it –
Yet to be ever denied!
Tales Of The Fae: The Urge [1]
The rare stone’s opalescent liquid fire droplets of Autumn-hued rainbows cascaded up and down across its perfected surface in sequential shifting patterns, unbroken by pause or flaw’s deliberate intention.
Its promise knocked upon her heart’s seal, as if still sleeping deep within her being was a Fae Queen ready to be reawakened.
Gold Linings
She had been hurt, but also afforded new opportunities.
What If?
What if we only asked for what we truly needed, and greed’s avarice was no longer encouraged nor permitted?
Asceticic Ventures
There did not seem to be anyone she could speak with about such ponderings, except maybe the other common people around her.
So she began posing the greater questions to them in passing, and was surprised to find others beginning to think more like her.
Tensile Elasticity
The accident had overstretched the connective tissues so that when she pushed against her own internal boundaries to gain strength, they blew out, which left her emotionally exhausted.
Risk
After expending effort, her confidence would plummet.
Social Elevation
It was not easy, nor comfortable, to be among the first to promote an improved value system.
(Title play with words)
Sounding
Perhaps it was better she stayed on her own, for she waa always automatically listening.
Cryosleep
Upon being awakrned, the first thing she did was find a way out from the entangled machinery.
Winter Solstice
The longest night of the year, where she felt all of her energy just pulled inward to draw her down to rest among the sleeping roots of Mother Earth.
Ker-Flump!
She knew that she should feel accomplished for the feats of overcoming that she had so far accomplished.
Yet, she just felt exhausted and discouraged.
An External Event
Can be transformed into opportunity by the associated energy being tapped into and repurposed through spiritual alchemy.
Once
“Don’t!” as she placed her flat palm on his chest to stop him from taking her into his arms and kissing her.
“But why?” He asked her, huskily.
“Because I love you so much, that if I can not have you, to feel it unreturned would tear me apart.”
Paradigm Shift
Abruptly and forcefully ejected from a field of providing healing therapy, she transitioned into one that was personally and creatively rewarding.
Nightfall
When the sun fell down and her energy was withdrawn, she felt ashamed that she could not do it all.
Obsession
She realized that she must become her own.
Even Flow
“It seems as if nothing has changed since I last met you. We are older and perhaps somehow more wise, but it is as if how we were together was placed in stasis of a now-opened time capsule” she remarked upon their reuion.
Clacking Gum
“I’m into a guy’s mind and the intelligence by which he applies his knowledge to expand upon the greatness of his powah,” stated the flippantly red hair-dyed, uneducated waitress with her hand on cocked hip and a cheeky smile.
Too Small Glasses
She liked wearing the minimal ones, uncaring as to whether or not they complimented her face.
She thought them a hilarious addition when in the lab, and chuckled to herself occasionally when she remembered she was wearing them.
For like a wild horse put to saddle, underneath her reserved exterior she resented having the need of their aid in order to fit into and conform to society.
The Long Haul
As she withdrew further from external societal interactions, she acknowledged that she was weary from being responsible for everything on her own, yet her children were now of an age where she began to have more freedom.
Introversion
She thought that perhaps if she retreated inward with accelerated velocity, she might come out in an entirely different direction with a refreshed perspective.
Adjustments
It wasn’t a crime to care, but she needed to no longer give her energy where it was not equally reciprocated.
A Soul’s Haven
Neither bought, sold, nor
Crimped by constrictions
No more jockeying for
Any dominant position
Side-stepping struggles of
Competing remonstrations
Retreat into the woods as
Accomplished acquisition.
Turnabout
What I realized, finally, was that I hadn’t needed them. They had needed me.
“Dragonlet”
“The Hair, The Bat, And The Dragonlet”
To The Skies
With a rustle then surge of her powerful wings, she left behind trappings of commoners to search for her ideal’s prize.
In Search Of
With true friendships being so rare, she felt the need to have more people get to know her.
Good Will
She enjoyed generating, fascilitating, reciprocating, and receiving.
Pride’s Jury
What I do have that is MINE is my Integrity – and I do not take kindly to someone I have trusted causing injury!
Two Halves Of A Whole
“Position of power” addresses it lightly – and it is more intricately complicated that this.
The relationship must have congruent compatibility elements beyond basic categories.
Those hidden inner workings must appeal and be naturally drawn to the surface.
Duck And Go
She liked to keep out of trouble.
Politics
People are an essential resource. And if we are turned against each other, we can be divided and consumed like disposable units.
Against The Grain
Quivering while accessing her online past business account, she strained against her body’s resentful reaction to its natural talents being forcefully turned inward.
Someone Like Me
Restless and
Dissatisfied
An ardent dreamer
Unafraid to materialize
From inception
To manifestation
Belief’s faith in humanity
Without compromise.
The Muse
Keeping out of reach while igniting others fires might be the best positively influential position.
Moonstruck: Ronny And Loretta
Ronny Cammareri: Playing it safe is just about the most dangerous thing a woman like you could do. You waited for the right man the first time, why didn’t you wait for the right man again?
Loretta Castorini : He didn’t come!
Geode
The more she knew and understood herself, the more she began to think perhaps it was better that she continued to be on her own.
Where The Wild Things Roam
If they had not been forced to the mountainside,
Would she have thrived instead of turning feral?
Exhausting strength to keep family pack safe,
Her justice was swift though lovingly careful
Her youngest had wrestled with the backlash
Isolation can bring by its drawn out denial
She’d had to counter challenges to leadership,
As if they both had been born to be rivals
She reflected upon the latest information:
It was good the younger male had stayed away
She already had “a passel of puppies”
And did not need to feed one more stray
Now with injuries tucked in bright meadow,
She still skirts along shadows of hedge
Deflecting any new male advances
To ensure that she keeps a clear head.
Full Circle
They were by that river’s edge, next to the overnight inn, and the late afternoon sun hedging toward the day’s setting was amber-lighting the whisping gold in her hair.
They were just talking about nothing important while feeding the wild waterfowl, yet more was there, growing between them.
Simple moments shared within a singular timeline…
And they were daring to care.
For Hearth’s Home
The rabid creatures test the firelight,
And the sword’s arm keeps swinging.
Spell Of Annulment
To not pursue seemed the only way
To break the ever-repeating cycle…
Woodland Creatures
She could have become his grand passion,
Yet he kept turning away from opportunity.
Imprint [TFU-1]
She wasn’t certain why it had happened with him – only that it had, even though her mechanism was very selective.
(Tales from The Underground)
Unmet Needs
There is so much pain and unnecessary sorrow which could be averted had we precepts within society which better understood, attended, and helped to prevent such causes and effects.
Always Hungry
It was never enough, and she wondered if it ever could be.
Rogue Tendencies
The lovable rogue is often from a working-class upbringing, who tends to recklessly defy social norms and social conventions, but who still evokes empathy.
Women who play nice in life’s sandbox, but something deep inside of them craves to go outside the box to live the life they want and not the one society or media says they should live.
The Rogue
One man stood apart from the crowd
And encouraged her.
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