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My basil seeds are sprouting and all the wee little bitty basils (basilettes?) are sooo cute and tiny!  I love how they push up the little bits of dirt so some come up wearing them like tiny brown hats.  Welcome to the world, basil, you are very jaunty for babies with leaves hardly bigger than sesame seeds.

The miniature ivy I have nearby is LOVING the plant light I have on the basil trays, it's growing almost visibly in its desperation and desire for the light, twining around the top of it like a shameless lady drooping over her gent at a party.  Tsk!  No shame, ivy, no shame.  Take a page from the shamrock beside you and show a bit of restraint! 

In other news, I'm very happily reading Tennyson's Idylls of the King and enjoying it ever so much.  I've had a copy for a while, but hadn't taken the time to read anything but the collection of shorter poems the publisher used for filler at the back of the book as there were some old favorites there.  The long ballads that make up Idylls are all retellings of various parts of the Arthurian legends and its wonderful stuff.

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Snagged from [ profile] curuchamion, who had the good sense to yoink it from [ profile] eponymous_rose, the more the merrier - and besides, I needed something like this today.
The instructions )
Whew! Considering I had to do them while popping back and forth on errands and other tasks, and the mood being all over the map I think I'm fairly pleased with how they came out. Tiny snippets like this are strangely difficult to do, because of the constraint of the story arc to a mere 50 words. But hey, it had poems for the prompts! I couldn't resist giving it a try.

All Creatures Great and Small )
Doctor Who )
Gilligan's Island )
Horatio Hornblower )
Lord of the Rings )
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Time for a writing update!

Finally posted the last chapter for The Eggs of Destruction, what a relief it always is to set a story out there, releasing it upon the waves of fic to let it sail. Here's a link to the chapter list at my archive, Written Leaves, or you can just go straight to Teaspoon if you prefer.

Now to polish up my Three and Jo honey and fluff tale, Sweetest that I started as a short vignette for Valentine's Day... six chapters later I've finally reined it in. Very different from the adventure episode that preceded it, very fluffy and coming up soon!

Then if I can wrangle the last three chapters, maybe I'll finally finish my other longer WIP that hooks into my Custom Vehicle series. Hoping the round of [ profile] fic_rush coming up will help me through some of that tangle.

Meanwhile over at Beyond the Farthings we're on a six-line Welsh stanza form, the Clogyrnach and I'm apparently writing about plums.

Many thanks to everyone who has read, will read or even just politely intended to get around to it, any and all encouragement is (as always) much appreciated and does much to keep the peckish Muse fed.
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I'm busy ploughing my way through my Tolkien poems, posting them to the new 'master list' project at [ profile] written_leaves in sets or occasionally alone. Thank goodness at some point in the past I started keeping a list of all my poems in the order of the story they are illustrating, it's proved invaluable as I go along.
More, mostly to keep myself updated )

No wonder I gave up on hand-copying them into a journal a while back. Onward!

Also made a batch of gingerbread dough today to try my hand at sculpting something for our Tolkien-themed Gingerbread Contest this year, yum... hard to leave the dough alone, I love gingerbread.
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Happy Pi Day to everyone!

To celebrate we coddled and spoiled our cat, Pi.

Then we pulled out the last two of the apple pies we froze in the autumn when our apple trees were overflowing and baked them, very nice. It was raining outside and the combination of the scent of pie baking with the rain spattering on the windows and all the lovely early-spring daffodils with fresh green-yellow-white tips waving outside was absolutely intoxicatingly pleasant. I sat on the sofa to work on my poetry book and listened to the kids chattering on, it was really quite lovely. I hope all of you have had such moments this weekend as well.

Simple holidays remain the best.
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I turned in a batch of paperbacks at the exchange this past weekend and was delighted to find the little bookshop has expanded its 'classic' section from a couple shelves to a couple bookcases worth. Found a copy of Tennyson's Idylls of the King and randomly opened it last night to find this sparklingly beautiful verse for the humble apple tree:

Tennyson's 'Choric Song' part iii )

Just thought I'd share it. I am reminded of why Tennyson remains in my top-list of favorite poets ever.
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I haz a happy!

Yes, even though I expect Lolcats (lolcatz?) will slowly erode away any semblance of grammar or spelling that existed prior to its inception, sometimes it just suits the occasion, especially if the occasion if more of a happy-fluffy-yeee! moment than a 'serious happiness/joy' thing.

We got the dvd for "The Invasion" - a perfectly lovely Patrick Troughton episode which has the missing 2 eps redone in animation by the BBC (thank heavens they at least kept the audio), and we have a new favorite quote - "Look Jamie. Sandwiches!" Much snuggling of the dvd by all parties involved.

Also heard from the lovely jan-u-wine once again and she came bearing more of her marvelous poetry, you can't beat that. Wrote a cutesy drabble for Three and an angsty one for Narnia.

And we have marshmallow pies. To eat while watching the snuggly dvd.
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This is a little something that [ profile] siradaono brought to mind with his post of his first LOTR poem - has it really been so long? I remember how frightened I was to post this about the time Fellowship first came out, my first poem for the very first time online - how far we have all come! This poem came so vividly to me, I can still see and even smell it.

Pippin in Gondor )
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A little e.e. cummings for this day, though I didn't manage to get it posted on Thursday itself - I first discovered him sometime in junior high, I think. At first I was repelled (What the heck does he think he's doing? Can't he even be bothered to capitalize? What is this stuff?) then completely drawn in by his marvelous use of arranging the words, spaces and breaks to create rhythms, feelings, fragmentation of thought, pictures drawn not only with phrases but with the words and even the individual letters sometimes (or just the punctuation). I then went out and bought an anthology of his work when I was in high school, and still enjoy reading through it from time to time. Some of his topics almost frighten me, some of them are far too intense and personal and I almost shy away from them, as if I have caught the poet half-dressed, by surprise, but it's always worth the ride.

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

- e.e. cummings
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One of my very favorites, certainly any time I pick up my collection of Tennyson's works this is one I always go looking for - read it softly aloud, if you will.

Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;
Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk;
Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font:
The fire-fly wakens: waken thou with me.

Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost,
And like a ghost she glimmers on to me.

Now lies the Earth all Danaƫ to the stars,
And all thy heart lies open unto me.

Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves
A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me.

Now folds the lily all her sweetness up,
And slips into the bosom of the lake:
So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip
Into my bosom and be lost in me.

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This meme has taken me a while to do (I'm still missing a couple requests) but here are three for [ profile] samarra

My kitchen )

Something that makes me smile )

Something in my favorite color )

And for [ profile] estellye -

A recent child's art project )

My sunray )

My front door )

More later on...
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A little more of Edgar Guest for this Thursday, and truly, if this could be my lot, I would be very, very content - except maybe change the dog to a cat...

Life's Needs )
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I found a wonderful old Edgar Guest poetry collection in the Good Will bins, of all places - it was published in 1928 and appears to have been well-loved. Thought I would post here one of the poems in it that sums up much of my own view on life and what it brings you...

Like Calls to Like )

Merry almost-Christmas! Now we're off to cut paper snowflakes and thread popcorn. :-)
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Okay - I officially give up (again) on keeping up here, but shan't let it stop me from occasionally managing to post something anyway...

I can't wait for Christmas break - school is out for two weeks as of tomorrow - but in the meantime...

I managed to remember to bring canned food for the food drive, box-tops for the box-top collecting contest and a batch of cookies for the cookie exchange. Whew...

Then kids announced last night that two of them needed books for their classroom holiday book exchanges. Thank goodness I have a stash of like-new books I hoard for trade-ins at the local bookstore... we got those wrapped up pretty for this morning. Then I find a piece of paper in my daughter's backpack that tells me they both need costumes for the play - the next day! Off to be creative with whatever we can find in our closets. Assembled one angel and one quasi-shepherd who looks more like an small italian terrorist.

Then at breakfast my son says "Oh, I forgot. I need a bottle of juice for the class party."

Ack... The sparkling cider that I'd stashed for Christmas maybe? "No, she said it has to be in a plastic bottle."

He ended up with a bottle of diet grapefruit juice that I'm sure the kids will hate, as it was the only thing I had in the required packaging!

Makes me paranoid, wondering what else I either don't know about or have forgotten.

Oh, and it's time for Verse Thursday too! )
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Still now is the stithy this morning unclouded,
Naught stirs in the thorp save the yellow-haired maid
A-peeling the withy last Candlemas shrouded
From the mere where the moorhen now swims unafraid.

For over the ford now the grass and the clover
Fly off from the tines as the wind driveth on;
And soon round the Sword-howe the swathe shall lie over,
And to-morrow at even the mead shall be won.

- Excerpt from a verse the hero sings to his captor in the Well at the World's End by William Morris
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It's been quite a week... I won't go into sordid detail, but suffice it that sometimes I find my duties in life much harder to carry out than at other times. This too, shall pass...

On a brighter note, I've found some smiles among this community and outside it as well - and the rain looks so lovely when the sun hits it. I can look out two different windows from where my computer is, seeing rain and sunshine gilding every tree bough with diamonds and mist in the day. With the sunrise, the blossoms on the fruit trees shine with such a beauty, and at sunset the colors glide through the trees in the back and blaze upon the stone of the fireplace, making it sparkle as it does at no other time. The clouds are low over the mountain but always changing in the wind, and every time the sun breaks through after the times of grey, it stuns me anew. The poplars shine with baby-new leaves in the palest of golden-green...The bluebells are coming up so thick, white and purple and blue and green, I feel as if I am living in a Monet painting at times.

The questions meme that's floating by )

Thank you all, for just *being*. (((flist)))
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I finished Alfred Lord Tennyson's "Maud" last night - in spite of the very romantic and beautiful up-and-down emotives it had earlier it was a disappointing and rather abrupt end, like Tennyson had moved on to other projects and just wanted it to be over or something. The protagonist has an altercation with Maud's older brother who disapproved of him, then just runs off - after a bout of depression, he then throws himself into being part of the British navy...end. Blargh! And the rest was so promising! If Tennyson were alive, I'd be writing letters of protest.

Reading a book of collected articles from a roving Canadian newspaper reporter in the 50's now, most of his adventures are in Saskatchewan, a study in small farming town life that reminds me of Garrison Keillor's Lake Wobegone tales, except they're from real life.

Tennyson will get a second chance - still want to read all the way through his Memorium, instead of glancing off of snippets of it. But he better not just jump out of the tale again that way... or I'll... I'll... park him on the shelf and read someone else! For a while.
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I am stunned, flabbergasted, nay...these terms are too brief and shallow for my depth of astonishment! Decipher did *something right*! 8-o After this last upgrade, the pages load fast! Very fast! Woooooo! Hey, even if it still gets stuck and crashes every week, I feel as if a breath of fresh air has blown through. I may not have to do that "I only have time for one reply because it takes so blankety-blank long to load."

Besides, we like griping about it. What will we gripe about now?

Yay! Also nice to see some newbies coming in who seem to have a clue - take a look at this MirandaOttoFan's parody on the RB, it's well worth a chuckle - shades of Loth's coffee. :-D

One of these days I need to write some more - somewhere along the line that need for others to applaud went away, and then I was just writing for me...because I wanted to express it. I started off posting things the second they were done, then ended up with posting things when I remembered I hadn't done that yet, heh. I have a small batch of poetry that needs to be finished up - Elves, mostly. Need to do that.

Also made the mistake of picking up Tennyson and starting in on "Maud" - arrrgh! Now I can't put it down, I'm carrying it everywhere with me reading snippets in-between everything else. I must know how it will end - what a romantic tragedy so far.. ah, to be able to write like that!
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We seem to be on a roll with the ME-couple triolets - so I thought I'd go ahead and post a few more I've done here, the holiday being nearly upon us. If anyone else has some, by all means jump right in!

Tolkien Triolets )

They're so quick to do, it's hard to stop - not as bad as limericks or haiku (the potato chips of poetry!) but a close second. :-) We still need someone to do a good Aragorn/Arwen one - any takers?
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Been a long time since we've done these - I'm inviting anyone else who would like to compose a triolet for any of the couples of Middle-earth to do so, hoping to have a page of them before we're done. I've put up a thread at the Red Book that explains the form, or you can post them here.

I've done Sam & Rosie and Tom & Goldberry so far - they're relatively easy to do once you get used to the structure. C'mon, try it! ABaaabAB. Nice and short, a perfect love note size.

For Sam and Rosie

(A)This memory I shall hold dear,
(B)My Rosie, ribbons in her hair -
(a)For even through the pain and fear,
(a)Beyond all stars, the sting of tears
(a)Her laugh alone I'd sometimes hear...
(b)I saw her at the party fair.
(A)This memory I shall hold dear,
(B)My Rosie, ribbons in her hair.

For Tom and Goldberry

I sing the ages passing by,
The River-daughter's song returns
To answer mine, and lilies lie
Along her hair, with gold entwined,
We've loved with waters swirling by.
As long as moon and sunlight burns,
I sing, the ages passing by,
The River-daughter's song returns.


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