Last week, we shared a blog about our Children's and Young Adult books , with a promise to share some bookish ideas for adults the following week. And here we are! We don't really go in for the "books for him/her/it" thing, and a number of our books don't fit snuggly in with market genres, so instead we're going to give you a brief introduction to our books as individuals. Why? Because our books are as unique as our readers: we do not like to pigeon-hole. Proudly introducing our books... Filled with nature, memories, and ecological warning, Child of the Earth is a companion book to Susan's monthly blogs . Child of the Earth takes the reader through a wildlife year in rural Lincolnshire and very rural Northern Scotland. Interspersed with short fiction, poetry, and pictures, it truly is a gem of a book. But you don't need to take our word for it - this book was a Wishing Shelf Book Award Finalist . The beginnings of a family saga, Day's Dying Gl...
Continuing from last week's post which explored Artwork as Inspiration (the starting point for Proof of the Old Faith) I'm sticking with Norse culture. Here is The Weave of the Norns, a poem I wrote a few years ago about these three frightening women.
Enjoy!
The Norns by Arthur Rackham
Beneath the threat of utter doom
he sought them at their fabled loom.
The king searched on until he found
them on the morrow’s battleground.
The tallest worked the wheel alone;
the next, a shuttle made of bone;
the shortest bore a silver sword
with which she severed each loose cord.
What pattern spun these women three,
dictating mankind’s victory!
“I come to beg you demonstrate
a gentle weaving of our fate.”
“Then know you this, oh man of peace,
we weave the thread and cannot cease.”
“Weave us an ending to this war
and grant us threads of peace once more.”
“What cost would such a wise man pay
for us to change our weave this way?”
And now he saw the bloody thread,
time’s fabric dripping crimson red.
As though she took him in her hand
he felt her pull aside one strand.
“You have forgone your chance to leave.
Your life is foretold in the weave.”
The sword cut clear, the thread hung down,
the mediator lost his crown.
For Fate demands a sacrifice
to cast aside her weighted dice.

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