
Around the table
the Olympians gathered,
Zeus took up the dice,
to them ‘‘t’was just a pastime,
for Troy it could mean peril.

Around the table
the Olympians gathered,
Zeus took up the dice,
to them ‘‘t’was just a pastime,
for Troy it could mean peril.
Filed under Alternative history, Factual, Inspired by fable, Self compositions, Tanka, Uncategorized
Picture by Marianne Sopala

“Ho ho ho, my young friends, you do seem to have got yourselves in a bit of a pickle but I think I may be able to help you,” said Maisy the friendly elephant who wasn’t at all frightened of mice and didn’t believe that they could run up your trunk. Even if mice were so small and an elephant’s trunk so big.
“Oh yes, Maisy it would be really lovely if you could help us get our house back down on the ground where it belongs,” shrieked the frightened little mouse family, “But how do you think you will do it?”
“I’ll tell you after you tell me how your little house got up in the tree.”
“Well, last night it was so windy that after we had all gone to bed the wind picked us all up and blew us up here. We didn’t know till Mummy mouse looked out this morning and saw where we were. We’ve been so frightened, waiting for someone to come and help. We’re so glad you came by. Now, how can you help us?”
“Oh, it’s easy she trumpeted in reply, “I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house down.”
Filed under Flash fiction, Inspired by fable, Self compositions, Whimsical

Corporal Reg Burns jumped down from the back of the Land Rover. Quickly scanning the horizon he ordered the rest of the platoon to join him. Nine uniformed men with metal detectors spread out across the narrow strip of bare earth. Their target was mines. Very soon the detectors began to bleep wildly. Cautiously pits were dug, only to find numerous flattened, tarnished metal button-like objects. All mixed in with seemingly crushed, off-white clay shards. Some looked familiar, like bones, even the remains of skulls. Shocked, the men realised they had found the evidence of a possible mass grave.

Under dark skies and Luna’s gaze
I pause, reflecting on my fate
for traitorous act condemned, to hold
the world of man upon my shoulders
I burn each day in Helios’ fire
to suffer Khione’s ire by night,
when men no longer think of us
power is lost for such as Zeus
Filed under Alternative history, Factual, Inspired by fable, Old knowledge, Self compositions

Gaily colored flags
festoon the arena,
chargers, knights and squires.
Battles to be joined anew
as the tournaments commence
Strong Penelope
who kept faith to the return
of her brave husband,
and her sense of elation
on their day of reckoning
Filed under Inspired by fable, Self compositions, Tanka
Yucky yetis yowl,
yodelling yeomen yoke yaks
yields yellow yoghurt.
Filed under Haiku, Inspired by fable, nature inspired, Self compositions, Whimsical

Let the clocks strike twelve
then the hunger will begin
that the hordes may feed
Filed under As you read it, Haiku, Inspired by fable, Otherworldly, Self compositions

Beautiful bower,
Stained marble stones hide bleached bones.
A place of sadness.
From his raised throne at the head of the hall, the Compte LaReine turned to his master chevalier.
“I’ll see them now, my three guests.”
The heavy oak doors at the end of the hall swung back and three white robed knights were invited into the long, wood-panelled hall. They had surrendered their swords and shields, distinctively marked with the red long-halted cross.
The three approached the dais and bowed low before the Count. Dubois, their spokesman started to introduce himself and his companions but was rudely interrupted by a loud, bellowing voice demanding the reason for their apparent desertion from the Templar order.
Unbeknown to them the Count was dismayed that they had not been willing to divulge the whereabouts of the legendary famed Templar treasure. He knew that the Order had lost favour and wished to curry favour with King Phillip. After secret negotiations he had agreed that the three, accused of heresy, although falsely, would be confined for two days and without trial, put to death as ordered by the King.
“Take them below,” he thundered and roughly, without ceremony, they were lead away. Two days later they were unceremoniously put to death and their bodies taken and placed in a shallow grave in the forest to be forgotten.
So they remained for the next two centuries until the Pope was persuaded to grant a pardon to all the French Templars and throughout the country, the bodies were exhumed where known and re-interred beneath marker stones in the territories where they were once revered for their piety and fighting prowess.
These stones remain a place of pilgrimage, although more often a destination for treasure hunters and the curious.
As the waters rise.
the civilisations fall
fables of the Flood
.
T
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