Really like that Stef.
Fellrunners thanks to Lord Hermes.
Lord Hermes guide us through Fell and Dale,
Make us fleet of foot so we do not fail,
And our dutiful service you shall have,
With your help we shall best our peers,
Given athletic prowess beyond our years,
In our victory your name will be honoured,
Your divine power gave our heels wings,
Lord Hermes your name the fellrunner sings,
And allow us forever more to run the earth.
By Herakles.
{ Lord Hermes is god of many things but most importantly to the Fellrunner he is the God of athletic contest.}
lovely stuff stef .....
Is/Not
Love is not a profession
genteel or otherwise
sex is not dentistry
the slick filling of aches and cavities
you are not my doctor
you are not my cure,
nobody has that
power, you are merely a fellow/traveller
Give up this medical concern,
buttoned, attentive,
permit yourself anger
and permit me mine
which needs neither
your approval nor your suprise
which does not need to be made legal
which is not against a disease
but agaist you,
which does not need to be understood
or washed or cauterized,
which needs instead
to be said and said.
Permit me the present tense.
Margaret Atwood
THE BOY
I liked his face
It made me smile
The warmness of those brown eyes
Brows without a furrow
Cheeks full with rosiness and joke
Lips working hard on conversation to be had
Two rows of the brightest white behind
I liked his face
It made me smile
Last edited by Mountain Goatess; 06-05-2010 at 07:29 PM.