Fantastically, verse decrees: Yee scribe, share.
I take its counsel; I'm no longer alone
as I go back, back, to the Medieval Faire
with a modern Mystic who grins at thrones,
melts frosty cones. All that is lovely glitters
about her, in word, deed and spark of eye.
We joist in play, make mirth, and twitters
fly from two lost in the far of by and by.
Yah, we toy with dreams and dismiss regret,
for a Rose hath outwitted Robin of Hood,
and brave lady-knights join prancing pirates
with nary a query whether they should.
Modestly, she places the arrow in bow,
takes aim for a heart, then sets it aglow.
About the Royale Medieval Faire
Waterloo Park is transformed into a medieval village every September. It is a faire where you can see Vikings, knights, troubadours, gypsies, ladies with beards and knights wearing lipstick. You can eat a turkey leg as though it were mutton, watch sword play, try your hand at archery, spinning, (lol. NO NOT THE BIKE!. WOOL!) or calligraphy. I've watched a Royale Wedding, where a black knight tried to carry away the princess bride. I?ve also sat down in a makeshift pub, where I heard several tavern wenches sing some rather lewd refrains.
This is not an accurate account of history. The festival is not sponsored by the society of creative anachronism. This is all about what is magical, so there are wizards and fairies here and there, ready and able to enchant. There are actually giant mushroom seats in a circle where fairies wait to sprinkle their dust on children, tell them stories or simply pose for pictures.
In the past, they transformed an area of the woods into Robin Hood's forest and those crossing a bridge over a lovely stream would suddenly be set upon in the most merry of ways.It was great fun to bandy words and get a tad coquettish with these rogues.
Believe it not, all the entertainment from morning till dusk is only $5.
About Mystic Rose
Rose is a sensitive soul who sees far below the surface. Her poetry is full of emotion, but never overly wordy. She imparts a great deal of wisdom in her verse.
She can be playful and funny, and this reflects in her poems. Loving, yes loving is THE perfect word to describe her. Her comments always reflect her caring ways, brim with affirmation and friendship.
I think of this poet as romantic, spiritual, aware, adventurous and curious.
I think of this friend as wonderful, lively, generous and encouraging. A modern woman with timeless values.
About My Poem
I wanted to gift Rose a day that was fun-filled, of a romantic era and take her to a place that would spark her wild imagination. So I took her to a place where we all get to be kids.
Words I chose specifically for Rose... Fantastically, lovely, spark, modestly, brave, outwitted, heart.
I wanted to play with old English, so I dallied with some obsolete words, for atmosphere. ?
I loved writing this one for my fellow Canadian!
And can't wait to see if she's ever been to such an event before and if she enjoyed our little trip
CYNDI GOES OFF TOPIC, KIND OF
I'd stopped by Linda Marie's last poem just two days before hearing she had passed away. I'd stopped by the same poem, just before Christmas. I had fully intended to write a special poem for Our Sweetheart, regardless of her absence (I have poems brewing for Soupers who have found homes elsewhere... like our Dreamweaver...)
Though I was going to whisk Kathryn away next, I will spend a day or two, chose the right place, and then I?m bringing Linda-Marie somewhere special that I know she would have enjoyed. Someplace lush, beautiful, full of sparkle and colour, luster...there must be luster...
Hey, a thought. Regardless of our avatars, our imaginings (some wilder than others)), our gripes and our swipes, we are REAL, here. Each of us with a full trove of history, things we expose and things we keep hidden, until ready to share, if ever, with each other.
Linda Marie's loss will touch many here... reminding us that friendship is fragile for a thousand reasons. When we choose to spend our days giving our best then, perhaps, at night, we can look in the mirror and think, I made people smile, hurt no one and left something beautiful behind... ah, and THIS is true poetry, isn't it?
God Bless you ALL. Life is short. Words may linger and regret can span a lifetime. Thinking of Linda Marie and her spirit...
LOVE TO ALL SOUPERS
Comment about whatever you will,
only blow kisses, first, at Mystic Rose
whose grace and kindness
remind me of another angel
who is now watching over us...