| Everwalker is, in no particular order: * a character in my stories * the religious title of a gypsy I used to act * a reference to my somewhat nomadic childhood * a nice-sounding word I write whatever happens to dustball through my brain. It's involuntary, most of the time. The fact that I'm a neat-freak then forces me to edit. Also, I am haunted by stick men with sausages for fingers. Which is why you won't find any drawings in my gallery. |
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Future in the RoundLike a circle in a spiral - Is there no end to this maze? Must I chase my tail forever? Must I swallow all my days? Though a whole new world is open, Yet my prison bars are strong And their thorns will drink my kinsmen 'Til our strength is all but gone; 'Til our home is just an echo And our nature's just a shade, And our lives bereft of allFuture in the Round
Except the cantrip and the blade. And we don't look at the moon From the prison that we made.
If the years are made of water Am I estuary or stream? All the numbers here are different And I don't k
by ~everwalker
See Me SeelieI.See Me Seelie
I am myself, singular. To forget is to change. To change is to die.
If I should share myself, what then?
II.
And if another echoes me? At what point do I cease to be? Where ends the ripple? Where the stone? Can it be yours or mine alone? I know your chaos, yet it's strange. I watch, and, watching, I am changed.
III.
Expect the unexpected - but the unexpected became comfortably familiar. Now change again, all merry-go-round, and I am out of balance. My friend was not himself. Yet still bound to me, nearer than ever before.
by ~everwalker
Fama's ExileThe topless towers of Contemplation soar Above the mists and rugged purple heath. A falcon hunts in blue over the moor, And all the world is close within his reach. The silence is sublime, and I expand My self across this stark and perfect land.Fama's Exile
I know them all – the secret, thoughtful dells; The wide, exultant rise of dale and hill; The whispers of the waterfalls and wells; The peaceful caves, where all is calm and still; The graceful palaces, where graceful minds Debate philosophy and conjure rhymes.
I dreamed that I was reft away from home Into
by ~everwalker
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- Current Residence: The Big Smoke
- Interests: Reading, writing, running around in fields hitting people with rubber swords...
- Favourite movie: Way too many to name.
- Favourite band or musician: Marillion meets Sarah McLachlan. Actually, that could work...
- Favourite genre of music: Depends entirely what mood I'm in, for I am a fickle creature.
- Favourite artist: 2forjoy. I like her art, too.
- Favourite poet or writer: Wendy Cope and Rupert Brooke.
- Personal Quote: I'm having another blonde day.
- Tools of the Trade: Imagination, and chocolate.
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