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Shadows In The Night
by
Frank Fields
copyright 04-09-2009
Age Rating: 10 +
Picture Credits: Ida Rentoul Outhwaite, artist
Kexy, Friend of Fairies,
Artist Credit: Ida Rentoul Outhwaite
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I heard a moon song in the
Middle of the night
By morning it was gone
I saw a sunbeam in the
Middle of the day.
By evening it, too, was gone
I heard a cricket chirp
And saw a sunshine butterfly
Carrying misted memories
The king and queen stepped down
Began the slow, slow waltz
Then went about their way
My years have come and gone
Each to sing of lonely
Shadows in the night.
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Author's Note
The 5 stanzas, above, are one of the many conversations indulged in between Kexy and any of his faerie friends. In this one, they are each telling the other what they saw and heard that they found interesting and worthy of converse and sharing. I have yet to determine to whom to attribute any particular stanza, but it probably isn't all that important. The attitude and concern as well as patience and desire to share some important events, and the respect they have for each other, are the more important thoughts.
Frank ^_~
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08-16-2010
Frank Fields
Mehrina ^^
I'm very pleased and flattered that you liked this work so much. ^^ How do I do it? At any given time, or sometimes at no time when the words, the images, the visions, the journeys, want to stay locked up and not be released and captured again for everyone to enjoy?
I don't really have a good answer for that. But, sometimes, Sarah sits on my shoulder and whispers soft, little, faerie words of love and pleasure in my ear, telling me how much she likes this work or that, that word here, this word there. And when the work is done, her little wings beat so quickly, in such frantic delight, they send a million, zillion little honey motes of faerie lights and sounds all over the place. ^^
Other times, Pen will pout most mightily, until I pick him up and let him do what he does best--put words on paper, until he's satisfied. ^^
Then, the three of us will look at what was done and decide if it is worth sharing or should it be changed a little bit, here or there? When we all approve that it may not be too bad and worthy of a reader's time, they let me share it here. With all of you.
That's how. *hugs* ^_^
Frank :)
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08-15-2010
Mehrina Butt
You have a way with words that absolutely ensnares the reader's imagination. I agree with Nivedita that this particular piece is very reminiscent of Shakespeare, but I thought of it more along the lines of Hamlet, with dark intrigue and conspiracies whilst faeries flutter giggling in the background, watching and causing trouble...
In short, beautiful. I absolutely loved it. How do you do it?!
And also, I just wanted to say thank you for organizing my galleries for me while I was gone! You did fantastically, and I really appreciate it! *hugs* Thank you!
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08-07-2009
Nivedita Rajan
When you mention the king and queen in the second last stanza, it reminded me so much of Shakespeare's "Midsummer Night's Dream"! In my mind, I can see Titania and Oberon waltzing around, surrounded by their faerie friends and of course, Puck!
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04-29-2009
Walter Jones
What mark do we leave upon page, blood let for salvation of whole, mind tributes granting rest, voices in soul seeking, all trails lead but to more questions holding fate at bay, special indeed.. Walt
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04-24-2009
Richard Reed Jr
Turn, turn, turn; every season has its song.
To start anything is to end it at the same time.
what a bizarre and mysterious life this is.
But here we are, going through life like all others before us and no doubt after us, from pleasure to pleasure and pain to pain. What else is there? A very haunting poem from the hand of the master's magick pen.
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04-14-2009
June Nazarian
Frank, first let me say your poems always sound so pretty regardless of content, and your illustrations are wonderful. Here I see and feel how time inevitably moves along leaving in its wake a multitude of memories. In a sense, that is how we defy time. I often think about the past in both pain and delight and hope some lessons were learned along the way. Your works are always a pleasure to read. June
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