Friday, 26 April 2024

The Elemental Beings of Paracelsus

Paracelsus was a sixteenth century scientist who described four elemental beings - "Salamanders, which correspond to fire; Gnomes, corresponding to earth; Undines, corresponding to water; and Sylphs, corresponding to air."


Salamanders


Existing in the very heart of fire

Burning’s a Salamander's desire.

They eat purely to survive,

Allowing procreation, to thrive.


Born from a fusion of The Three -

Air, heat, fuel, their trinity -

That create a ravenous beast

Eager from the start to eat


Anything that will burn

Anything that fire will turn

Into food for its very heart,

To breed its mightiest part.


Existing in the very heart of fire

Burning’s a Salamander's desire -


Be careful of these read hot creatures,

(Listen closely to your teachers)

And look out for their fiery features.


Gnomes


Gnomes are gardeners,

Gnomes feed trees,

Gnomes break down and eat the leaves.


Gnomes are farmers, 

Gnomes form fields,

Gnomes build crops, increase the yield.


For gnomes are mothers,

Gnome are midwives

Gnomes warm seeds and help them thrive.


And gnomes are doctors,

Gnomes give good care,

Gnomes let you rest ‘pon their grassy hair.


But gnomes are wreckers,

Gnomes destroy,

Gnomes roll you downhill, with all things toy:


For gnomes are undertakers,

Gnomes bind us all,

From the loftiest human

To the base criminal.


Undines


Undines jump over rocks in the river,

Undines rage and rest with the sea.

Undines, cold, make my throat quiver

Undines live inside of me.

 

Undines feed plants through their roots,

Passed on by gnomic brethren,

Undines raise, bloat veg and fruit,

Undines feed us and our children.

 

Undines make up life, give life, are life,

Undines are the Earth’s majority.

Building blocks keeping us from strife

And the main part of a nice cup o’tea.


Sylphs


I feel sylphs on my face,

Hear them natter at my ear,

As they occupy every space.


Invisible to me, to my eyes

Oh lord, I do wish to gawd

To see them one day, see and spy


The sylphs’ easy, graceful flight

The air filled with faces fair:

A sight to fill me with delight.


Wednesday, 11 October 2023

100 Words: The Yellow House by the Blue Sea

Won't you stop by for tea

In the Yellow house 

By the Blue Sea


Won’t you spend time with me 

In the Yellow house 

By the Blue Sea


I wrote this down for you to see

In the Yellow house 

By the Blue Sea


Left it on your settee

In the Yellow house 

By the Blue Sea


If only I could leave me

In the Yellow house 

By the Blue Sea


Then I would run to you

Then I would say to you

Come and be with me 

In the Yellow house 

By the Blue Sea


Always always

Forever ever




Written for Friday Fictioneers from the following picture prompt (see here for other stories): 


PHOTO PROMPT © Rowena Curtin

Monday, 25 September 2023

Worry

Something that grows 

until it’s exposed.

Something that thrives in the dark, 

but withers at the slightest spark -


Worry is a mould that festers,

unless you cut it off at source,

Worry is a ghoul that pesters,

never let it run its course.


So


Let me share it with you now,

Let its hold diminish.

Let me share it with you now,

Let this feeling finish.


And


Let us talk so that you can walk,

Let me help carry so you don’t tarry.

Never worry on your own;

Know that you’re not alone.


Friday, 18 November 2022

Quafftide!

Quafftide! 

Put all thoughts aside 

And drink

Don’t think

Just pick up your glass

Go on, get off your arse,

And join us in merriment,

It won’t be to your detriment,

No!

Come and choose your tipple,

Seize it in your hand’s gripple

And savour that first sipple

That will take you on this triple.

For tis quafftide,

Come for the ride

Stay for the cheer

There’s much more here 

Than just pale beer

It can be soft and cold or hot,

Whatever you like or have got,

Just pull up a chair and chat

Take off your coat, 

Put down your hat

For, I tell you - 

Quafftide!


Friday, 11 November 2022

China Anniversary

For just over twenty years I’ve been blogging,

Twenty years of this creative flogging.

Ramblings, rhymes, stories, haiku,

All wrapped up and written for you.

(Whoever you are, mostly it’s me,

For me, to keep me my sanity.)

All sort of things, even conceptual “art,”

Going right back to uni, back to that start

In a little library computer room,

Weaving posts on my friend’s little loom.



For years I covered all most everything,

Too much, sometimes, with words I’d sting,

But mostly this was just the inception

Of an outlet for creative conceptions.



Real life eventually took a back seat

As I found other new ways to feast:

Timothy found and captured a unicorn,

An oath to 250 Word stories was sworn.


And after the loom was gone

A slow expansion was begun

Into haberdasheries of diff’rent kinds

Six in all, so far, you can find!



Fridays soon became Fri-yays,

Alongside some other prompt days.

And the occasional comp win or mention

Would make me feel more of a menschen.



But the most warming feels,

Like the hottest of meals,

Come to the bottom of the page:

A reader’s comment most sage.



So, this is it, my China Anniversary, 

Of fighting my greatest adversary,

And it’s all as frail as a china decoration,

If I cannot find a way to (“proper”) publication.


Wednesday, 9 November 2022

Mind shadows

Did you know, that foe

Is only your mind?

It is not one of your kind.

It lives in the dark places,

Showing half of one of its faces,

While hiding half of yours,

Buried deeply in unused drawers.

You need only a key or some light

To save you from your plight

Once you recognise what you know:

That that foe

Is only your mind.


To yourself, always be kind.