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Being here…

We were lined up against a stone wall – a very old stone wall. Forty ‘mystical pilgrims’ stood in the intense humidity of the entrance chamber to the Great Pyramid, dressed in simple robes; robes that had been used earlier in the day for a ritual baptism in the ancient inland waters of Lake Moeris. Lake Moeris is linked to the water-based initiations of … Read More Being here…

The January Tree

  The January Tree — Stripped bare of Summer meaning Leaving only wood to sway I wait, endure, while others pass Along this rocky way ➰ Your feet are fast and fluid While mine are mired in earth Your thoughts too fast to capture While mine are simpler truth ➰ Come spring I will awaken Then will you stop again? To see the youngest … Read More The January Tree

Being Storm

It’s beating on my eyes again It’s blowing up my nose It’s howling round my lips and mouth And stealing my repose ➰ He dares not let it in, again The chaos is too strong It throws around the furniture And wrecks the right and wrong ➰ I’d like to give a voice to it But how to drink the wind? I’ll have to … Read More Being Storm

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The Edge of Order: Frances Walsingham

Originally posted on The Silent Eye:
It had been simple, back then, when all eyes shone with approval; when she was the young bride of the Queen’s Champion, Sir Philip Sidney. This daughter of the ‘Sworn’, – the inner cabal of those who had vowed to lay down their lives, without question, in the defence of their embattled queen – could do no wrong.…

Riddles of the Night (4) – Leaving the Temple

The Riddles of the Night weekend, created and hosted by Sue Vincent and Stuart France, reached a dark crescendo on the Saturday night. By dark, I mean the kind of physical blackness that comes with an early December trip to the middle of an ancient site at nine in the evening… After the all-consuming (Saturday) daytime visit to Robin Hood’s Stride, and the nearby … Read More Riddles of the Night (4) – Leaving the Temple

Riddles of the Night – Templar Shadows (3)

A bastard’s bastard, he would never know that he carried the blood of the Templars in his veins. That was only speculated after his death; being proved, later, by the researcher who followed his short life. He did it because he was a runner… Hardship was the key; hardship and the words his cruel companions at the parish school carved on his leg with … Read More Riddles of the Night – Templar Shadows (3)

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The Dragon of Elizabeth’s Seas

  It is the beginning of May, 1587, and a man known locally as The Dragon is headed for Cadiz on Spain’s Atlantic coast. His mission is not peaceful. The act of sailing to Cadiz poses few challenges for this master mariner, who, ten years prior, had already circumnavigated the globe – becoming only the second person (after Magellan) to do so. But what … Read More The Dragon of Elizabeth’s Seas

On Golden Decks

On sweet golden wood decked in yellow Is my love of ochre from you? A fantasy glimpsed in old posters A place where poor children are few ⦿ From a farther realm now you are calling Bright image, uncharted, at sea Your home somewhere richer and darker with meaning Not timeless nor faded but free ⦿ Let me sail down to Rio within you … Read More On Golden Decks

On Golden Decks

On golden wood bedecked in yellow Is love of ochre gained from you? A fantasy glimpsed on old posters A space where poor children are few ⦿ From a farther place now you are calling Lost on the seas, uncharted, not gone Your home somewhere richer and darker with meaning Not glossy or gaudy nor stone ⦿ Let me sail down to Rio within … Read More On Golden Decks

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She of the Voice

 “Ra-bi-ya, Ra-bi-ya…” As she surveys the black and white squares of the court before her, the song echoes in her head, a beloved memory of time spent, long ago, with her mother, playing their hiding game among the orange groves in the gardens of the royal home. ‘She of the voice, the inner voice,’ had been the way they referred to her, later in … Read More She of the Voice

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A Woman of Power and Substance

It is the winter of 1584. The well-dressed woman watches as her fourth husband storms out of the dining hall at their present home, Tutbury Castle, in Staffordshire. In the corner of the room sits a younger woman, now smiling at the angry departure of the man of the house–the sixth Earl of Shrewsbury. The seated woman with the secretive smile has good reason … Read More A Woman of Power and Substance

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The Deadly Edge of Love (part two)

(Continued from Part One of The Deadly Edge of Love) It’s the morning of 18th November, 1558. Robert Dudley is witnessing a miracle. In her dying months, Queen Mary, Elizabeth’s half-sister, and daughter of Henry and Catherine of Aragon, has restored Elizabeth to the line of succession, following the failure of her marriage alliance with Charles II of Spain. Now, Mary is dead, and … Read More The Deadly Edge of Love (part two)

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