Shadows grow deep in a doubtful mind
Its light sparks quietly and is hard to find
But when you turn to look deeper, into your heart
Flames grow and hurl your shadows apart
A hollow tree is beautiful when covered in snow
So will your mind be when rooted bellow.
Anam Fiain searching through the snow.
(From Chasing the Light)
A brave tale of knighthood I shall tell
That speaks not of blood stained swords or spells that repel
Nor does it speak of the shields that crush hearts of stone,
But of the courage of a man who is truly alone.
You have been sent to the bleakest abyss,
Where madness and darkness are never amiss
And if your brother raises his sword before you with death
Spare him his life and leave him his breath.
Be not afraid of those who can kill
A body of flesh as it can again heal,
Take heart, have courage and bare all with faith
And let not one soul become a wandering wraith.
Your brother will wake and morrow will ring
Of clinging voices who have forgotten their sting,
Heartfelt songs will replace the harsh and cruel zeal,
Saying: “My brother spared me so now I may heal.”
* Anam Fiáin is a character I created for an Empire LARP event
On the round side of the Earth
Lived spheres of many a girth,
They all were very proud
Of their land, which was very round.
On an apparently circular day
A good hearted cube came along to play,
He was sharp in thought and flat in voice,
The small girthed spheres did not rejoice.
They listened not to his warm thought
And didn’t see the life he sought,
They took a rounded rock and said,
‘Let’s make this cube a sphere instead!’
(From Formal and Polite)
Dr Anamaria Weston 