Extra Credit 5 - Creative Work
Scarlett LacarnumThe Unexpected Muse
Thursday night had come so fast And writer’s block had hit at last So I took a much needed break For mine and for my work’s sake The air was cool and stars filled the sky The moon was full and hung bright and high It seemed a wonderful night to take a walk Into the forest, where no one dares stalk Through the trees and across the lake At first I thought it must be a mistake The familiar feeling of magic was in the air Above a cloaked man and a woman so fair Ohmigosh that must be Tam Lin! That poor woman, his charms always win He said he’s never met one with such grace Or one with such a beautiful face The woman just smiled and took his hand He had promised to take her to his homeland Before they set off the woman screamed, “Wait!” She asked what was to become her fate Tan Lim told her she would have all she desired Riches and gems and gifts so inspired She’d be treated with care and would never have to fear So long as she let him take her from here I watched in wonder as the woman just sighed She told Tan Lim he wasn’t to be defied She had wanted all he had said could be hers She had fully fallen to his charms and lures They set off together into the night In their wake was a mist glowing bright I briefly considering following the pair But I realized my path was not there I was left awestruck and bewitched a bit When my path home was suddenly lit I ran to my room to try to write And wrote this encounter by candelight As much as I want to see where the faeries reside I know I must wait and bide my time So thank you Tan Lim for lighting the spark When my talent was submerged in the dark |
Silmarien SzilagyiTwas a bright day in May,
When I didst witness a troubling sight; A maiden so fair she could be fae Was in a tricky plight. For a strange man, Hooded, so I did not see his face, Seemed to have a plan To be in this maiden's good grace. Enraptured she stood, With a contented and serene smile, Underneath the rosewood. But the magic was near tactile. Slowly he retreated, Deeper into the dark of the forest; Passionately she entreated, The birds and breeze chorused. The man beckoned, With a smile cunning and sly; She hesitated not for a second And followed in reply. The forest came to life, Aware of fair maiden's plight; A faun played his fife, To draw fair maiden to the light. The maiden came, Entranced by the faun's song; This one maiden the man would not claim. She danced with the faun all night long. The next morning, Dawning bright and clear, The faun issued her a warning: The cloaked and hooded man must not come near. With a kiss, The maiden thanked the faun, Leaving him with a feeling of bliss. Perhaps he would see her anon. |
Lavinia Rookwood
I followed after Margaret today, after she ran off in tears. I had hardly heard the fight she and her brother had, but I was sure I knew what it had been about. She was now far along with child, but had not told anyone who the father was. The only thing she had said was that he was the fairest of face and form. He mustn't be very fair if he abandoned her with child, and from all of any of us could tell, it had been a one time meeting. Her brother was sure, and I've agreed with him, that the man in question had stolen her maidenhead. This was why I was following her with her brother's permission.
She had made her way as far as Carterhaugh, which is a day journey away. In fact, we had spent the night in a inn last night; well, she did. I slept in the hay loft, so as to avoid her. She mustn't know I'm following her. She took a basket with her today, and wandered far into the woods by Carterhaugh. The trees were thick enough that I took to them, crossing from branch to branch. When she came close to a clearing, she stopped. Her basket was nearly full and so I expected that she would be turning back. Instead a shadow approached her, grabbing her basket and it was here that I nearly jumped down to her defense. But Margaret had instead reached out to this thing. I watched, wishing I could hear what they were saying. It soon became apparent that this shadow had to be the man who beget her with child, and my blood boiled. He was the one whom ruined my beloved! It took all my effort not to kill him outright, or even give up my position. The two separated, and I could hear Margaret say she would be there on All Hallows Eve. As soon as Margaret left, I lept from the tree towards the shadow, but before I hit the ground, he vanished.
Tam Lin. That was who it had to be. I didn't express this to Margaret's brother, for he puts no stock in superstition, but there is no other possibility. I asked both a Priest and a Wise woman to see what I could do to get rid of a faery enchantment and gathered the materials. When Margaret slipped from the door, I waited a few moments before following. I followed her to the river, hiding right above her head, arrow notched on my bow. All of a sudden, my mouth was dry, for before me was the Faery guard. Just what had Margaret had done? In fact what was she doing now? She had wrapped her arms around one of the Faery Queen's guards, and he began to shift into animals. I tried to fire my arrow, but didn't wish to hit my beloved, who arms remained these various creatures. The poor girl was so far under the faery enchantment.
I'm still in disbelief, for the guard has become a piece of charcoal that she threw into the spring at the end of the river, and up sprang a man, naked as the day he was born. She wrapped him in his mantle, and I could hear the Queen speak. Now was my chance! I jumped from the tree, aimed my arrow and.....
The Faery Queen has me now, and has had for two years. I think. I have no idea of the passing of the time really, except for seeing the lit pumpkins that adorned the inn the same night I left. The Queen has considered me a fair exchange for her old guard, and has dubbed me the same. I have not seen Margaret since that night, but today I see a girl who could be her twin, and so I make my move. After all, I am Tam Lin, and will be, until I find my own Margaret.
She had made her way as far as Carterhaugh, which is a day journey away. In fact, we had spent the night in a inn last night; well, she did. I slept in the hay loft, so as to avoid her. She mustn't know I'm following her. She took a basket with her today, and wandered far into the woods by Carterhaugh. The trees were thick enough that I took to them, crossing from branch to branch. When she came close to a clearing, she stopped. Her basket was nearly full and so I expected that she would be turning back. Instead a shadow approached her, grabbing her basket and it was here that I nearly jumped down to her defense. But Margaret had instead reached out to this thing. I watched, wishing I could hear what they were saying. It soon became apparent that this shadow had to be the man who beget her with child, and my blood boiled. He was the one whom ruined my beloved! It took all my effort not to kill him outright, or even give up my position. The two separated, and I could hear Margaret say she would be there on All Hallows Eve. As soon as Margaret left, I lept from the tree towards the shadow, but before I hit the ground, he vanished.
Tam Lin. That was who it had to be. I didn't express this to Margaret's brother, for he puts no stock in superstition, but there is no other possibility. I asked both a Priest and a Wise woman to see what I could do to get rid of a faery enchantment and gathered the materials. When Margaret slipped from the door, I waited a few moments before following. I followed her to the river, hiding right above her head, arrow notched on my bow. All of a sudden, my mouth was dry, for before me was the Faery guard. Just what had Margaret had done? In fact what was she doing now? She had wrapped her arms around one of the Faery Queen's guards, and he began to shift into animals. I tried to fire my arrow, but didn't wish to hit my beloved, who arms remained these various creatures. The poor girl was so far under the faery enchantment.
I'm still in disbelief, for the guard has become a piece of charcoal that she threw into the spring at the end of the river, and up sprang a man, naked as the day he was born. She wrapped him in his mantle, and I could hear the Queen speak. Now was my chance! I jumped from the tree, aimed my arrow and.....
The Faery Queen has me now, and has had for two years. I think. I have no idea of the passing of the time really, except for seeing the lit pumpkins that adorned the inn the same night I left. The Queen has considered me a fair exchange for her old guard, and has dubbed me the same. I have not seen Margaret since that night, but today I see a girl who could be her twin, and so I make my move. After all, I am Tam Lin, and will be, until I find my own Margaret.