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pictureMonday, February 16th 2004 it is illustrated a bit here online.. or you can read it here.

The Calaman Stone

I wandered along a wooded lane
My mind empty of all but the crunch of leaves
And the scurry of creatures by the path
There came a whisper through the naked trees.

“It is I. Can you see me? Can you feel me?”
Truly I was imagining this soughing voice.
“Where are you?” I whispered, looking here and there.
“I am very near, very, very near.”

I felt a warm, soft feathery caress
Touching my cold, wind-sore face.
My heart bloomed within me
The fire inside scorching my chest

My feet took me to an ill-used path
That disappeared into a dark wood
Huge stones lined the lonely lane
And the wind whipped my thin coat

“Find me, find me.” The whispers beckon.
A silver shard of light cut into my eyes.
It limned a slight figure fluttering before me.
“There you are.” I thought aloud.

Seeming as if made of snowflakes.
She sparkled and shimmered, her eyes like ice
And appeared to change in feature and form
Whenever she moved or spoke.

I felt her hand in mine and it felt ethereal
It was almost if I took my eyes off her
She would disappear into the mist
Smiling she led me into the blue-white light

The sudden change to warmth left me blinking
In an instant springtime was around me
She changed to a faerie of verdant green
Her eyes now deep forest brown

She led me yet further and I saw the great waters
The streams, and falls and meandering rivers
The impossible green-ness of it all made me weep
“How is this possible?” I asked.

“Anything is possible.” I heard her whisper in my mind.
“There is more.” Then the world around spun into a blur.
Everything was blue, blue-green. I felt sand under my feet.
A water world was the next domain to see.

“I need you to find something for me.” She gazed at me.
“What? What power do I possess that you do not?”
“More than you know, kind Sir.” Her sad eyes now blue.
“I am trapped here, only your spirit is with me.”

“I cannot dwell with my kind, for I am a prisoner.”
I knew her eyes would be weeping, in spite of the water.
“Tell me what to do.” My own fate rested with this quest.
“You must find the Calaman stone, I am trapped within.”

“Where will I find this stone and what does it look like?”
“Look within to find the way, blue it is where it lay.
Before moonrise, or I shall die. Break it on the sacred eye”
She set a shell into my hand, and she was gone.

I stood where I had been, along the path alone.
For surely I had dreamed it all, in my own mind.
I felt an object in my hand, the shell I was given.
I knew then I had to search, for her faerie prison.

That night I dreamt wild, disturbing things
Weeping filled my ears, bringing my own tears
Sitting up suddenly, I saw a small blue light
I shook my head to clear it and the light was gone.

Hastily donning my clothes I went into the night.
The pounding of my heart, led me in desperation.
I ran to the woods to where she had led me.
No light led my way, but I remembered.

The crevice between the stones led to a cave.
The blackness was palpable and moistly clinging
I slipped and found myself in a deep water filled pool
It was freezing and I could barely move.

I saw down below me a faint blue glow.
Diving down to see it, I reached out my hand.
A hard object now glowed in my hand.
It was warm, in spite of the frigid water.

My lungs about to burst I hoped I was rising
Miraculously my lungs again could breathe.
Stone in my pocket I slowly arose from the pool
I fell to my face and slept, numb to the core.

Morning dawned, small edge of light into the cave
Stiffly rising, I stood shakily and went to the light
The red dawn mocked me in its faint promise of warmth
My wet clothes almost froze me as I stood.

I found a flat rock to sit on and took the stone out
It glimmered faintly, blue flashes here and there
I held it up to my eyes, and there she was.
Frozen, as if in mid-scream, my faerie lass.

How was I to free her? I had to act soon.
For it was to be a morning moon this day.
A sacred eye; where could that be?
I wilted ‘neath my frantic fears that filled me.

I walked back through the now wintry woods
Softly reddened by the sun, there a ring of tall black stones
An unknown place before this morn, they hulked around me
I gazed at them, watching the early mists dissipate slowly

Walking around them I muttered to myself
A voice in me shouted, “Stop!”
I gazed up at the stone beside me, and saw a face.
Carved faintly, ominous and unearthly

The eyes were but depressions in the stone
Sacred eye, sacred eye…I took the Calaman out
I heard soft drumming, chanting, and I threw the stone
The Calaman stone broke into blue-fired shards

The ground began to shake and I fell onto my back
I remember no more, as I fell into a deep, black sleep
Awakening, found me back in my bed.
My wet clothes and muddy shoes beside my bedside

Out the window I could see the rising moon.
I went back to sleep, and dreamt of fairyland
My fair blue maiden was dancing with her faerie folk
She smiled at me and kissed me, and then she was gone.

I wander those lonely paths most every morn
A sentimental hope I suppose of a lonely heart
For what mortal can surpass in hope and love
The magic that dwells within us all.

Marissa A Spencer
©January 11, 2004  More >

 Winter’s Arabesque0 comments
Monday, February 16th 2004
Winter’s Arabesque

The frigid waste ran endless into the starry sky
Twinkling lights to wait in turn to counterpoint the night
Elvin singing in windblown whispers drift ‘cross the ice
“Come dance the winter’s arabesque, come dance the winter’s waltz.”
Dizzying the mind with merriment and giddy celebration

Spiraling balls of colored lightning came across the hills
Around the cottages and across the frozen fence posts
Through silver edged streams and sparking meadows
Giggling faerie voices tinkling on the blue wind
“Come dance! Come dance! One chance, come dance!”

Meadow brightens with glowing figures swaying gracefully
As movements flow from sparkling maidens and lithesome lads
Dancing on this starry moonlit night to magic’s own music
Mistletoe in flowing tress, e’ergreen boughs strewn on the frost
Quickened feet to meet the tempo, disappear into the night

Sleeper wakes as the last gaily song is o’er and morn has dawned
No less amazed at dreams that haunt the early hour
Daring dreams less spoke the better, midst the day’s reality
Bundling up for celestial walking upon the white drifts
Finding delicate footprints in empty meadow fair

Wind in sighing echo, a gentle chill across the cheek
“Come dance… come dance…come dance…come dance.”
As laughter ripples through the leafless trees
And light spins about in dizzying confusion
Awakened one runs to fire and safe haven’s hearth.

Marissa A Spencer
© December 30, 2001  More >

 Phoenix Rising0 comments
pictureMonday, February 16th 2004
Phoenix Rising

By Marissa A Spencer
©February 12, 2003

From the ashes of a fallen angels tears,
Rises the Phoenix from the blackened soot of despair.
Reborn with the sun each emerging day
To scorch the sky in flaming embers
Thus, love is found again in the silent dawning

The frigid swirling waters that rain lost hope
In their icy spires will take not the last breath
For while there is a beating heart
There will be a rising, glowing heat
Where will secret tragedy reign then?

That flaming siren of the morning
Soars the earth sending illumination
For will there be blindness from the light?
Or ignorance in the tangible blackness?
Let the heart decide and leave the mind behind.  More >

 Distant Mountain0 comments
pictureMonday, February 16th 2004
By Marissa A Spencer

Drifting on the wind-tossed sea
I spied a distant mountain
My puny efforts were for naught
To reach that vale and fountain

Darkness came upon the waves
My ship amid a starless night
No holding aloft torch or flame
Could summon forth hope or light

Yet, on an inner, whispered breeze
A cry came from the lonely bank
My drifting ship turned to seek
Safe harbor from the cold and dank

The hulking isle in darkness lay
Too cold and dark to search at all
The memory of your sweet voice
Was ne’er else than a Sirens’ call.

Moored against the stalwart rocks
The tides mark the passing days
No longer drifting, now marooned,
E’er longing for my lover’s face.

© April 16, 2003  More >

 Brodgar's Ring6 comments
picture Sunday, February 15th 2004
Brodgar's Ring

The moon above like hooded eye,
Doth gaze from darkly shrouded sky,
Like sated lover's resting face,
The stones aglow in light's embrace.
'Neath scrolling stars the earth doth sigh
As winged creature's banshee cry.
Daytime leaving naught but traces,
Moonlight illumines hidden places.

Mystic lights 'round Brodgar's Ring,
The faeries come to dance and sing.
Partaking of sweet nectar's boon,
As icy mist forms 'round the moon.
Tiny dancers spin to and fro
Sparkling 'neath the evening glow
Mortal's eyes have never seen
The elfin prince nor faerie queen

She'd dreamt of faeries in her sleep
They beckoned her from slumbers deep
Through the dark the lass wanders near,
Her curiosity transcending fear
She sees the distant leaping lights
And wants to see magic's delights
She nears the stones that loom around
And hears sounds drift from the ground

The place transforms before her eyes
To a sunny place with glowing skies
Colors too bright for rock or flower
Gem filled streets and crystal tower
Trembling in wonder she looks 'round a stone
They turn and see that she is alone
Suddenly shrinking to their actual size
She stands before him, so handsome and wise

He holds out his hands and begs her to dance
Taking his hand with a shy little glance
Dancing so giddy in his warm embrace
She never wants to leave this place
Merriment flows with laughter and singing
Drink was abundant, the music was ringing
Partaking the wine and the happiness there
So lost in the rapture she had not a care

So dizzy she sat and watched them all gladly
Jumping and bounding about almost madly
They toasted her, and praised her great beauty
All her fine graces of goodness and duty
The told her they loved her and kissed her brow fair
And gently brushed and caressed her light hair
Singing so softly she felt herself drifting
Like weightless clouds floating and lifting

Suddenly feeling the cold roughened stone
She woke up to find she was completely alone
Gone in a twinkling and magical shift
Gone to the twilight's ethereal drift
Left to be sung and whispered at night
Ne'er to be told in the brightness of light
She wanders the stones in search of her love
While the moon and the stars mock her above.

Neither man nor woman can comprehend,
How the threads 'tween the worlds do wend.

Marissa A Spencer
(c) May 3, 1999
revised April 1, 2002  More >

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