Archive for October, 2006

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Early to the Temple & Priestess Response

October 19, 2006

With Cher-Lynn’s help
I arrive early at the Temple,
not wishing to interfere
with the arrival of the many maidens,
clothed as pirates, crones and all…

but a quest is a quest –

the entrance is guarded by
hooded figures with lances
dressed in such colorful garb
they might be lost parrots –

but you are not interested in mundane stuff,
but of the Fertility Dances, no?

So I will tell you what came to pass,
in a double Fitz as is my call to dance …

Fertility Rite

She wore cloak only of ancient voice,
with silver veil of compassioned love
and shimmering crown of wisdom.
Hear the Light call!
Feel the essence sing!
Though soul is guarded by Questing Prayer,
my spirit draws down, ever down
to bind the heart and serpent base.
Rise up, extend, grow ever tall;
be forever now.

Spiceful incense swirling –
flirts with flute and drums un-nerving,
while candles cause the pillars to dance
in foretold march of ageless right.
Were I but young and of lesser will,
I would hear the Siren-Song
and join with thee,
as proof of man and eternity;
save faucon belongs
by pledge and bond
to Gwendydd Emrys.

………………………………………………………….

and then,
in reponse to this posting
on the Enchantresse site,
m’lady Emmie sent this,
she being a Priestess, afterall

Who Sings the Siren Song

a Siren be I as well as She
born and bred of spirit’s melodies
to wrap them ’round my questing Knight
not as to imprison, but to freedom call
a Siren Song I am wont to sing
yet who sang the song to beguile my heart?
Was a Knight of fair ilk crept by my side
who turned my heart and head anew
whose words sent echoes of feelings lost
through the bones of desire and flesh of love
“Twas this questing Knight who warms the flames
long kept in check within the confines
of a Spirit such as mine so turned away
from the Light of lilting love as could be found
in your words so fay

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Since Traveler Asked

October 18, 2006

PARROT PIE

An Australian Recipe found by faucon

Yield: 12 Servings
12 Parakeets *
6 Thin slices of lean beef, 4
4 Rashers of bacon, 3
3 Hard-boiled eggs
½ ts Finely chopped parsley
¼ ts Dried parsley
Finely grated lemon peel
Salt & pepper
Puff paste
Flour

* Parakeets are a small, long-tailed tropical parrot.

Method: Prepare the birds, and truss them like a quail or any other small bird. Line a pie-dish with the beef, over it place 6 of the paraquets, intersperse slices of egg, parsley and lemon-rind, dredge lightly with flour, and season with salt and pepper. Cover with the bacon cut into strips, lay the rest of the birds on the top, intersperse slices of egg, season with salt and pepper, and sprinkle with parsley and lemon-rind as before; three-quarter fill the dish with cold water, cover with puff-paste, and bake in a quick oven. Time: About 2-1/2 hours. SUFFICIENT for about 12 persons.

From Mrs. Beeton’s All About Cookery, Ward, Lock & Co., Limited, date unknown.

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Potted Parrot

October 18, 2006

suspicions confirmed …

here is a recipe for a POTTED PARROT

2 ounces orange juice
1 ounce lemon juice
1/2 ounce orgeat syrup
1/2 ounce rock candy syrup
1/2 ounce orange Curacao
2 ounces light rum

shake well with shaved ice and serve
in a 16 oz glass with a sprig of mint

papa (once a bartender too)

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Three more parrots make a decision

October 17, 2006

Three more parrots

Three parrots gathered in the Cafe to discuss
the matter of sailing
aboard  Calabar
although sailing for parrots
seemed quite bizarre
“Old so and so Wacam is already there
If we don’t get on board
he’ll tell us we scare.”
“Too easy,” said Ronald,” we can’t risk the dare”

And so they took off on a wing and a prayer
and landed at sunset, weary but fair
winds had sustained them.  The captain
was dubious, just how many birds
making noises, how curious
to have nests above deck
and  suspected his ears
might be wrecked by cacaphony
endangered by flight
or wearied by wild disagreements at night
but decided to take ‘em
provided the Falcon
would administer the aviary
and the old crone’s witches
would sweep the deck.  Crone Fran

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A Fine Bright Morning

October 16, 2006

“Squa..squa..squaeoooeooo what a beautiful morning, squa… what a beautiful day, squive got a wonderful feeling, everything’s going my wa….squawkkkkk!

“Sorree Mac, I plain did not see you comin’. I been up since the crack of dawn, peelin’ and choppin’, makin’ sure the Capn’s beraykfast is jus’ perfeck, cleanin’ her laundry an’ shinin’ her belt an’ boots, swabbing the decks..I is tellin’ you Mac that woman is one all roun’ throw back from a slave trader or my name’s not Denzel!”    

“Wow! Who’s a busy, bitter boy? That was one heck of an angst ridden speech, it would seem that morale is pretty rock bottom in this establishment. What about all these people, have they spent the night with their feet up and left Cinders to do all the work?” 

“Mac are those eyes in your head stuck there for an ornament! Look at them! Do they look like they’re doing nothin’? We is all dead beat, tired to our bones, walkin’ zombies exhausted an’ no there is not one of us ever gets so much as a second to take a pi…  well all I’s sayin’ is ’she always down here with her, ’ ahah y’ scurvy idle galley bugs, don’ let me see yous slackin or you all be a tastin’ the cat, ahah’,  droppin’ by to keep us on our dead beat toes!”

“Squiddley dee feller, you are one fed up below decks lad who doesn’t like his Cap’n!”

“He doesn’t… “, “We doesn’t…”, “I can’t stan’ her boy, she one nasty…”, “And as for that ‘orrible crow, Matilda…”, ” Oh, yessir, MATILDA!!”

“Yoh, sqiddley do, cool it with the uproar. My my you are ALL unhappy people this fine morning, every morning from the sound of it but hey… who is Matilda?”

“You ain’t met Matilda! Malicious Mat, tell all ‘Tilda, Mat the Rat! Oh don’  worry, you’ll meet her, she leaves one big wave of misery everywhere she go and she spies on the entire crew. That mean the entire crew…!”

“Squewf,  if all this is true, those two gals are not a nice twosome, no siree, not a nice double act at all.”

“You suggestin’ we’s all makin’ up these things? What you sayin’ hippy bird, if what we sayin’ is true? Sure an’ I is tellin’ you with all these fine people here my momma ain’t never ‘ad no truck with no lyin’; I would a gotten a whuppin’ if I’s even so much tried it on with that laydee, God rest her fine soul.”

“I was not suggesting any such thing, it was a turn of phrase! Gosh you lot are a paranoid bunch, I’m on your side Denzel, I want to help.”

“Help! Hey, yous all hearin’ this feather mop bird? He’s sayin’ he wants to help! You some kind of magic man bird boy, you gonna flap them pretty rainbow feathers an’ turn your sweet self into some kind of super hero? I’s just don’t see that big bird! Mac, yo’ is well out of your league.”

“I beg to differ Denzel, you are making snap judgements on someone you don’t know. As it happens I have a highly tuned instinct for sniffing out information and general detective work. At the very least I can tell you when to be ready for a visit… for a, ah hm, a small remuneration.”

“For what?”

“Payment, a small gift, a pill to sweeten my endeavours on your behalf.”

“Mac – you’s talk in riddles, what exackly is you askin’ for – in simple words we can all unerstand.”

“Scraps, nuts, juicy pieces of fat, the crumbs from her breakfast tray. In a word – food!”

“You is wantin’ food? Why can’t you jus’ out an’ say so Mac? You can have all the food you need and welcome; you’s give us warnin’s bout the Cap’n an’ we’s all make you a banquet  that is fo’ sure.” 

“Well Denzel, I do believe we have a deal. I’ll keep my eyes and ears open and as soon as I know anything believe me, you’ll know it 20 seconds later. Do you have any advice, any informaion you think I should know – in addition to the general witch like nature of the Cap’n?”

“Okay everybody, Mac here is askin’ me is there anythin’ he needs to watch out for in particular, any little nasty surprises maybes hidin’ roun’ the corner! Hahahaha, any surrrprises! Only the one Mr Technicolour Dreamcoat but you make shoh you listen up good.” “Oh yeah bright bird..”, “I don’ think we should scare him, let him find out…”

“Okay Mr Paintbox, there is jus’ the one, an’ you make shoh you heed us well because you drop your guard an’ y’all see fo’ yo’self what we mean  -people, who this peckin’ piece gotta watch out for… MATILDA!!!

Jan

Jan

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Must be a Parrot

October 16, 2006

I stand against the balustrade
to face the salt-winds of torment,
and whisper questions oft unsaid
to be carried to distant lands.

“Where do the colors go,
when the sunset fades away?”

and I hear an echo: “when fade away”

“When dolphin chase the flickering moon,
why do I watch in longing?”

echo’s refrain: “chase in longing”

“When twilight hush meets laughing waves,
why do I cherish thee ever more?”

echo: “hush the waves of cherish”

“When I can sense every soul nearby.
but cannot find myself at all –
why do I stare at the endless sea?”

echo ever: “endless ever near”

papa faucon

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Bulgarian Goddess

October 15, 2006

As I wandered through the ruins I came across an ancient image of the goddess on a cave wall. This is She, Mother Earth, Goddess of Pazardzik, Bulgaria, c. 4000B.C.E.

Edith, aka Soul Sister, aka Lady Annabel!

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Unfortunate turn of events

October 15, 2006

Jan and Wacam have disappeared. It’s thought they have either jumped ship or been swept overboard. Unfortunately where Jan goes Wacam is obliged to follow. 

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Treasure Hunting

October 14, 2006

 

The Calabar is moored in the harbour of one of the islands that make up the Lemurian Archipelago and some of the crew have gone treasure hunting. Seems they have found something of interest.

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Call of the Sea

October 14, 2006

I sit upon a barrel near Monica’s cabin,
and am lashed to the embattled railing
to weather this storm of twilight rush.

I reach out and in to enfold
place and time in gentle wings –
and find my musings matched somewhat
by the faint whispers of a lute,
and a song of the sea –
Goddess Sea of our birth.

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There is something of the dance, methinks,
in the rolling of the deck aship
to the rhythm of the roiling sea
and the drumbeat of sharp darkened tears.

“For you should know
that each moist drop
tries to run free
to Goddess sea
in rebirth’s claim.”

Aye, I hear a song of Everby.
in the flap of sail and strum of line
pulled taut as heartstrings overwrought
be mem’ries of friends and lovers lost.

“Come ever soft
as silent rain
and white kisses
on the foam
in rebirth’s claim.”

There is nothing between me and She
save rotting planks and call of quest –
that define both myself and this ark
to skip the waves of adversity.

“Home to the Sea,
to rest at last,
to seed the rain
and cliam rebirth
as prayer of love.”

faucon