Fallen Muse

With whatever strength you first admire
Will bring the depth of cut known at the fall
When the one to whom you would aspire
Turns out to own the feet of clay of all
Where once his words and lyrics made you fly
Above all petty foolishness below
Now actions through these years have proved the lie
Of all the finer sentiments you know
The muse no longer calls you to your heart
The passion and the anthems fall away
The troubadour you worshipped at the start
To power and to riches, fallen prey
How is it that our better natures fall
And worst in those we thought above it all?

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

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Performance

spotlight

spotlight (Photo credit: Judy **)

You perform
Your unique pantomime
Causing such heartbreak
As the rhythm keeps time
Voice of an angel
Heart darker than death
Searching for victims
With every breath

Subtle seduction
You hide it all
By seeming to show
Your heart on your sleeve
Rise from the pit now
All of the circles
That you have dwelt in
Call now for those that believe

Anger and lust
Your lyrics so raw
Achingly haunting
From the depths that you draw
If it was real now
None could blame you for tears
Yet falsity keeps you
Lost in the memory of years.

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

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Griffin

A Heraldic griffin Passant.

A Heraldic griffin Passant. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

This griffin dreams
Of being a dragon
Joining the major league
Of the winged creatures

Perched high above
The city he surveys
Saying ‘I could have been
A contender’

This griffin’s wings
Could span beyond
His beginnings and soar
With dragon brothers

This griffin dreams
Of starring roles
In fantasy epics
Yet to be written

But this griffin is beautiful
As a griffin, if only
He knew how his wings
Glitter in the morning sky
Like particles of light
Waiting to be born

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

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Three Fates

Fates tapestry

Fates tapestry (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Three Fates decide
While we abide
Both growth and pride
Then lesser tides

Three Fates bestow
On those below
A chance to grow
Once quick, once slow

Three Fates decree
What we may be
And how we’ll see
Eternity

Three Fates believe
What we perceive
Is a reprieve
Or our time to grieve

Three Fates decide
What we’re inside
What we have tried
What we’re denied

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

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Dark Moon Water

Bourbon Street

Bourbon Street (Photo credit: Travis S.)

Dark moon water on cobblestones
Coloured faces like the light
Passing through a jazz drenched scene
Disappearing in the night
A solo saxophonist
Croons a gentle, mournful cry
As partners in a strange parade
Join their hands and pass him by

There’s a tremor in the depthless night
The stars are blinking out
If the horsemen ride along these streets
If the madmen rise to shout
Blood red glimmer shines from doorways
Flowing syncopated beat
The ghosts of time are all arising
While the living must retreat

Dark moon water on cobblestones
Shines a dull and sombre glow
Leading down to the ninth circle
Should the worthy dare to go
Just one moment in this jazz riff
Discordant rhythms claim their prize
To prepare us for the death of life
So the new morning may arise.

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

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Pied Piper

Illustration from The Pied Piper of Hamelin

Illustration from The Pied Piper of Hamelin (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Hear the lilt
Of the Pied Piper
Whistling softly
Down the path
Will you follow
In his footsteps
Will you meet
His gleeful laugh?

Oh what a merry
Dance he leads us
If we harken
To his call
And our brethren
Gathered here
He will surely
Take us all

Oh his song now
Is so sweet
And so soothing
Is his calm
That we follow
Just like dreamers
Captured by
His eerie charm

Ah but watch
This sly Pied Piper
Think you twice
Before his call
For this moment
Of surrender
Is the beauty
Of the fall

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

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Cat

Portrait of a male tabby cat

Portrait of a male tabby cat (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Cat stretch
Luxuriant
Eyes the world
With sly curiosity
Waiting for a mouse
To swat
With lazy paw
Or a human
To entice
Then torment
With playful glee

So wise he waits
The perfect moment
Purring softly
A siren song
Knowing in the end
All will dance
To his tune

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

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Rome Construction Crew – Update 2

Scared child

Scared child (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I thought it might be time for an update. I’m taking a few more steps in my novel publishing journey this week. I’ve linked up with lulu.com and purchased a publishing package from them so I get some professional guidance in publishing my first novel, getting the cover design and formatting done and various other helpful support.

You know what I find? It’s still a bit confusing, but I’m taking it one step at a time, and that helps. But it’s also oddly frightening. I feel a bit like a child jumping at shadows in a darkened room. Kind of knowing there is nothing really there to be afraid of, but being afraid anyway. I can’t figure out if that is just because it’s all unknown, and complicated by so much business/marketing stuff I have to get my head around, or whether it’s the fear of taking works of this magnitude and personal importance to the public stage, or what…

Perhaps it’s the fear of not being successful – whatever that means in self publishing – but I actually don’t think my head has reached that far with its thinking yet (it may well get there eventually though…oh the joys of future fears once current ones are subdued!! 🙂 ) So I think it’s some amorphous fear driven by the process itself, and probably its unfamiliarity.

Weird or normal? For my fellow writers and RCC members, do you feel this type of fear sometimes or is it just me?

The writing was fine, even getting it edited didn’t feel scary, so I’m not entirely sure what is causing the feeling. Maybe it’s just I feel such an amateur at all this business, and that makes me nervous. It’s been many, many years since I was an amateur in my workplace and career field, so perhaps this unfamiliar feeling is actually just that sense of being a novice again. I don’t know.

Again, I ask: Am I alone? Or do you feel it too?

Still, each step is a positive – it takes away one layer of slight, strange dread. Each question answered makes me feel more comfortable. Each part of the project coming to fruition helps.

It was exciting to talk to people from lulu.com during the week – a call before work, at 5.30am my time when it isn’t even light, from America is kind of special, and really wakes you up. So, ever onward I guess…each step taken is a step away from the unknown and this strange, pervasive fear.  🙂

 

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Honour and Sacrifice – for ANZAC Day

ANZAC March Coonabarabran 2011

ANZAC March Coonabarabran 2011 (Photo credit: vivevans)

I’m re-posting this – one of my earliest poems on this blog, at the suggestion of my friend Ann. This poem is about and for my Uncle Gavin who marched in the ANZAC Day marches while he was still alive. He died many years ago but I still remember his bravery and the toll that the war took on him, so on ANZAC day 2013 this is for him, and also for all the other brave soldiers who fought for us in this and other wars.

For my Uncle Gavin…..

I still recall your brittleness of voice
As you spoke of men and war in days gone by
I would that you had had another choice

I would no other burden on you foist
You fought with others brave, perchance to die
I still recall your brittleness of voice

The alcohol upon your lips so moist
Betrays the darker visions you decry
I would that you had had another choice

And then for one brief moment you have poised
As some fresh memory could make you cry
I still recall your brittleness of voice

See how your generation’s flags are hoist
Your sacrifice should make these banners fly
I would that you had had another choice

And now in victory may you rejoice
Forget this bitter history, let it lie?
I still recall your brittleness of voice
I would that you had had another choice

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

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