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I am Emily. I’ll primarily be blogging poetry and prose, but anything that strikes my fancy is fair game, hence my site’s name.

Warning. All posts are subject to change whenever inspiration strikes, so if you think that a piece has changed since the last time you read it you’re probably right.

I love: reading books, watching movies and TV shows on DVD; listening to music on the radio or CDs; cooking, crafting, and writing fiction, nonfiction, and poetry. I am the person of a cat. I live in the beautiful Finger Lakes Region of New York State.

My two favorite books are:

  • The Lord of the Ring by J.R.R. Tolkien
  • Outlander by Diana Gabaldon

My favorite TV series are:

  • Buffy The Vampire Slayer (1996-2003)
  • Angel (1999-2004)

My favorite  movies are:

  • The Indiana Jones Quadrilogy (Indiana Jones: Raiders of the Lost Ark (1981), Indiana Jones: Temple of Doom (1984), Indiana Jones: The Last Crusade (1989), and Indiana Jones: Kingdom of the Crystal  Skull (2008))
  • The Lord of the Rings Trilogy (The Fellowship of the Ring (2001), The Two Towers (2002), and the Return of the King (2003))
  • Jack Ryan Series (The Hunt for Red October (1990), Patriot Games (1992), and The Sum of All Fears (2002))

My taste in music runs the gamut from Abba to Zamfir, but my favorite pieces are:

  • “Demons” by Imagine Dragon
  • “Toccata and Fugue in D Minor” by J. S. Bach
  • Carmina Burana by Carl Orff

I am a good home cook and am currently learning to prepare Asian and Indian dishes.

I do various kinds of needlework (crewel, floss, and silk ribbon embroidery; hand and machine quilting; canvas work, cross stitch, and beadwork (necklaces, bracelets, and earrings).

My cat’s name is Thomas C.(at) Selleck. He is named in honor of the actor. Selleck (the cat) has blue eyes, a mustache, an attitude, and is very mouthy. He is a grey-and-white half-Siamese who has the lanky body and the color-points. Sadly, he passed away August 2, 2018. He was seventeen years old.

Emily

Thanks for joining me!

Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton

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The Vision: Part 1 The Land-Warden

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I was tending Her altar after Evening Services in the Chapel of the Moonways Temple, when I happened to glance down into the water-filled silver basin. It struck me; blasting the breath from my body; the shimmering surface sucked me in and pulled me under. It shook me as a terrier shakes a rat; an agonizing pain pierced my being. I stiffened in response and heard a metallic chiming as the basin fell from my numbed grasp, crashing to the granite floor. Distantly I felt the splash of water on my sandal clad feet. Wrenched from the peace and serenity of the Temple by the powerful force of it; my astral self-whirled up and away. My senses spun from the blurring speed of my outward-bound travel. Something snagged my spirit, reeling me in like an angler with a fish. I slowed, and then halted. My overwhelmed mind cleared, perspective returned. I beheld the sea raging below my immaterial position. Dimly I recognized the Norton Ocean; I focused on a ship a sail, tiny in comparison to the vast heaving mass surrounding it. It tossed violently as a wicked storm raged around it. Massive waves threw it up and down, wood and sails creaked and groaned in protest. Rain poured down in torrents. Lightning flashed and the thunder was a continuous rumble. My attention focused tightly on the deck. A figure I recognized stood poised near the helm. Sailors worked frantically to steer her. They scrambled to lash every scrap of canvas down tightly. With a sulfuric boom, lightning struck the tallest mast. It cracked at its base and toppled over the side. The far end dug into the seething water; acting as a sea anchor it jolted the orientation of the ship. Instead of facing the smashing waves head on, suddenly she turned sideways to them. The darkest section of the grey sky belled joyously. My eyes discerned a Water-Elemental, a huge glowing blue figure with long flowing hair and beard, flourishing a trident. It wore a crown of pearls and coral, bright fire flashed from its eyes. A wave more massive than the rest raced towards the ship. Axes and knives chopped at wood and lines furiously. The wave broached the ship. The ship tipped over on its side further and further. She paused for a moment and started to roll upright. A second more massive wave engulfed the ship. It turned keel up, and dove deep into the water. I could hear the faint, despairing screams of the crew and passengers as she sank, and the ocean drank them down into the depths. I heard the booming laugh of the Elemental echoing across the ocean. I screamed and then merciful oblivion grasped me.

   “Maeve, Maeve, what happened to you, girl?” The crisp voice of Cheruse Mercia, the High Priestess was insistent. I could feel the light slaps of her hands on the cheeks of my face as my presence returned to the Temple.

“They’re dead! They are all dead! The Duke of Varyle has no heir!” I screamed at her.

“Calm yourself.” She commanded. “Who is dead?”

“My cousin Wyllyam, his wife, his children, the other passengers, and the entire crew.” I was sobbing now.

“What passengers and crew? How do you know that they died?”

“A storm. A terrible storm on the Norton Ocean, caused by a Water-Elemental. The passengers and crew of the vessel Storm Petrol out of Eastshore Bay, Aertathia. Lightning sundered the mast and the waves pulled her under. I was there, I Saw it all.” I moaned in dismay.

“Which Elemental?”

“Poseidon.”

“Let Sister Urtring examine you, Maeve.”

Sister Urtrings’ blocky form grasped me gently. I could feel her Looking at me. I shivered and cried in her arms. The warmth of her presence comforted me.

“It was a True Seeing, High-Priestess. Storm Petrol and all aboard her are gone. “

“Was it really Poseidon?” She questioned worriedly.

“He wore a crown of coral and pearls and carried a trident, who else could it be? Maeve is going into shock now. She needs to rest and get warm.”

“So, matters deepen.” Mercia mused dispassionately. “See to her Sister Urtring. Sister Farice send word to Varyle Keep and to the Capitol Chapterhouse. The King and Duke Varyle must know what has happened.”

“At once High Priestess.”

I was bundled into my bed, the sheets warmed with hot bricks.

“Drink this Child, it will help.” Sister Urtring held a cup fragrant with herbs to my lips.

Obediently I swallowed the draught and let blessed sleep take me.

High Priestess Mercia faced her clerics, sword straight and solid. “I have summoned you here to consider some tragic news; one of us has had a vision. A Major Elemental, Poseidon himself, has slain all of the heirs to the Dukedom of Varyle. There is something seriously wrong with the Balance.” Mercia stated bleakly. “This matter requires investigation. See to it immediately, Sisters!” She snapped resolutely.

I’ve been looking for the opening scene for this story for some time, today’s prompt provided me the inspiration I needed.

Emily

Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge March 12, 2019: Write any kind of piece dealing with the topic of water.

Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge March 12, 2019

Efface

scenic view of beach
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com

Each half day what delicate ephemeral traces
/Footprints, paw prints, bird tracks/
Each incoming tide so quickly it scrubs and erases
/coarse sand wiped clean like soft wax/
Waves rolling, purling, crashing forevermore
All pounding and breaking upon the seashore
Which proves stronger in the end, land or sea?
The answer lies in the fine grit wrought of eternity.

Emily

Exactly 59 Words

Weekend Writing Prompt #96: “Seashore”

https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2019/03/09/weekend-writing-prompt-96-seashore/

Where Your Soul Goes

 

Where your soul goes
I hereby disclose
The karma my spirit chose
To let the same fate impose.
Where goes yours there goes mine
Two souls as one intertwine
Their essences harmonically align
Their sum total to combine.
So let loose the reins of destiny
Brace against the storms of devilry
Pray for the gentle winds of clemency
Moreover, cling to each other desperately.
Whether our destination be heaven or hell
My heart’s fears I steadfastly quell.

Emily

Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge: March 5, 2019: Use the phrase Where your soul goes.

Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge: March 5, 2019

Cupboard Love?

Showing true devotion
My cat greets me at the door,
Rubbing, twining around my legs
Before a loud demanding “Meow!”
Signals his bowl needs filling.

Emily

Exactly 25 Words

 

“Did Somebody say Treat?”

In loving memory of Selleck.

Sammi’s prompt of devotion brought back what used to be a common event at the end of my work day.

Weekend Writing Prompt # 95: Devotion

https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2019/03/02/weekend-writing-prompt-95-devotion/