Spiel, Spool, and Spell

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Spiel, Spool, and Spell is the first Act in a three Act poem written under the title Copper Door. Copper Door is the 4th chapter in an extended poem I’ve been writing reflecting upon my encounter with Merlin the Wizard. The poem follows on from Prattle, Tattle and Elixir Vitae, which precede this post. For ease of reading Copper Door has been divided into three Acts: Act 1 is called: Spiel, Spool and Spell. Act 2, is titled: Thread, Tread and Weave. And Act 3, given the name: Stitch, Stash and Sow. Presented here is Act 1 ~ Spiel, Spool, and Spell ~

Elixir Vitae introduced Merlin to my protagonist, a Quill-seeking Mariner (me!), who dreams of finding a way to a path between living and dying. They are currently deep underground, held tight between two enchanted hefting-stones and facing towards a Magic Mirror in which Merlin and Archimedes have miraculously appeared. Five charming words cast by the wizard are helping the seafarer reach for a higher ‘wave’, and in the process, perhaps also find a deeper appreciation of life. The Mariner’s journey is only just beginning and there is further still to travel in deeper passages underground before arriving at Copper Door. Upon returning from their short sojourn, Merlin has hinted at meeting Winged Mercury, and the sharing of secrets.

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Openings and pathways adorn this Wizard’s dreams.

Passages through Archway between towering seams.

Chambers for reflection upon converging themes.

Hollows for praying to ancient Kings and Queens.

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~ Copper Door ~ By ~ Dewin Nefol ~

~ Act One ~

~ Spiel, Spool, and Spell ~

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“Look lively Buccaneer! All hands on deck!”

“Put quick step in that one last stride!”

“Tis occasion to walk your silver plank,

‘cross bridge, to mirror’s other side.”

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“You’ll find no form in faffing further there,

with faltering foot falling upon final stair,

and wistful words withering in wishful prayer,

whilst waving woeful wizzy-wizard’s weave!”

~

“Quite so!” Archimedes sagaciously hooted.

“Tis time to be much bolder.”

“If you delay today, who could say?”

“What ‘paradise is lost’ growing older?”

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“Ah! Splendid Archimedes! You do have such twit,

for an owl with aversions to twooo!”

“Do you think he knows what you’re screeching about?”

“Do you even think he has a clue?”

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“Mea anima porta est! My soul is a portal!”

Archie retorted, flexed voice resounding in the dark.

“Meo animo speculum est! My mind is a mirror!”

Archie rehooted, bright eyes reflecting luminous spark!.

~

“Plucky-bacon-ear!” Merlin amused,

as I stood on gangplank of one last stair.

“Why so slow? You’ve nowhere to go!”

“Stride-on through mirror’s winking stare!”

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“Tis neither walking nor jaunting,

nor tripping or trapping,

neither prattling and rattling,

nor tottering or teetering,

neither skittering and scuttling,

nor scattering or shattering,

neither falling and flattening,

nor flowing or flawing,

neither flapping and flying,

nor trying or untying,

crossing-over, isn’t dying!

It’s surfing and sailing

wizard’s waving weave!”

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“So sail our wave! Slip streams and dreams,

and glistening beams, and shimmering rivers of light!”

“You fall, you fool, from breathtaking height,

in feathering flight, beyond high haunts,

of Kite and Kestrel!”

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“Kind, kind, Archie. In Latin, if you please,

spin the spell of ‘Passing Flicker?”

“Your ability to recite such bothersome spells,

have them appear to be so much slicker.”

~

“Flammis Transeuntes!” Archie pronounced,

with panache and flourishing pedigree.

“Ha ha!” roared Merlin. “My excellent old bird!”

“You speak Latin so impeccably”.

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Wizardry and Sorcery were woven so craftily,

by Merlin’s orally owlish winged Seer.

Bewitchery and trickery, flew fast and past and fleetingly

to fall flap-flap-flapping upon my ear.

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In whirling wood and weaving wave,

Merlin ruffled his silken sleeve.

Flicked out a spell from wand’s wispy tip,

and whispered, “walk and believe to achieve!’

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Whether I breezed through mirror’s rippling ravine,

as silk unreeling thread on autumn’s wave.

Whether I spooled across mirror’s spanning seam,

I was thread, unraveling silk, from wizard’s weave.

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Whether I stirred within mirror’s pearling stream,

as thread threading silk in wizard’s wave.

Whether I pooled within mirror’s spinning gleam,

I was silk, threading silk, in Merlin’s weave.

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Whether I unfurled into mirror’s flowering dream,

as would a rose breathe-in summer’s day.

Or whether I gazed in mirror’s Looking Glaze,

my mind was blown, and far from home,

already flown, far up, and gone,

far, far, far away…

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I had passed the test, and travelled through!

Out of the murky cavernous hue!

Into wonderland! Oh my!

Oh no! Dark tunnelled view!

No seam of gleams, no ravine of dreams!

My dreams, it seems, really weren’t coming true!

Merlin? Archimedes?

Where are you?

~~~~~ + ~~~~~

“He’s warming ‘red-squeeze’ for a weave,” Archie decreed.

“The air may get a little blue.”

“Merlin, are you familiar with her flaming spell?

“Or do you need quick pause for review?”

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“Tis wise we step aside, one pace or two.”

“Back a little from Myrddin’s tomfoolery.”

“His lady of the wand has irresistible urge,

for sophisticated espièglerie!”

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“This weevils-bit,” Merlin rakishly quipped.

“Dressed in devil’s dark ruby grain hue.”

“She’s Latin’s, Indian Rosewood Wand.”

“The Red Sorceress, Dalbergia Sissoo.”

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“She’s perfect!’ Said Merlin, with roguish smile.

“Still blushing in melting rose flush.”

“She always knew, I’d be charmed by her hue.”

“My Red Baroness, Dalbergia Sissoo.”

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“But…she’s not been out of the sleeve in a while!”

Merlin warned, referring to his next weave..

“Dalbergia is a fine fickle filly.”

“But she may feel a little aggrieved!’

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Dark ruby Sissoo, was like nothing seen.

Far, far beyond my far wildest dream.

– molten ruby rippling rosewood’s blushing flower.

I’ve never seen, sweet rose’s dewy gleam,

like the blush of Dalbergia Sissoo!

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“Archie?” “Remind me again, those words I need?”

“To flame Sissoo’s fulgent flare?”

“I’m spelling light, spinning sight, spooling ahead.

Else, we’ll never see beyond final stair.”

~

“Fulgentem Scintilla!”

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“Indeed!” “Agreed!” “Fulgenta Scintillem!”

Merlin’s lip, let slip, his slip in error.

“Indeed! Disagreed!” “Fulgentem Scintilla!”

Archie’s lip, let slip, his flip in furor!

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“Indeed! Disagreed! “Indeed!” “Fulgentus Scintillis!”

Merlin’s lip, let slip, another slippin’ error

“Indeed! Twice disagreed! “Indeed!!” “Fulgentem Scintilla!”

Archie’s lip, let flip, further flippin’ furor!”

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“She’s the flaming heart of your doweling Rose!”

“Show Lady Love, far more respect!”

“She’s the fiery tart of your howling Rose!”

“Show Lady Lust, far less respect!”

~

“What happens if he gets the words wrong?”

I asked Archimedes cautiously.

“You mean spill the spell? In the flaming song!”

He paused, before answering carefully.

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“Spill this spell, and his dark rosewood from hell,

she’ll bedevil the spell, bewitch this spill,

she’ll ensnare the dare of her stare in his spell!”

She’ll bemuse this spill, burn his spell,

she’ll entice the wily wolf away from his spell!

She’ll bewilder this spill, beleaguer his spell.

she’ll entangle the daze of her gaze in his spell!

She’ll besiege this spill, beset this spell

she’ll enamel the glare of her flare in his spell!

She’ll besmirch this spill, she’ll beguile his spell,

she’ll enkindle the stain of her flame in his spell!

She’ll bedazzle his spell, befuddle the steer,

she’ll enrapture and capture the spell of this Seer!

~

“Fulgentum Scintilla!” Cried Merlin.

“One flick to redden Sissoo’s carmine fuse”

“Fulgenta Scintillum!” Yelled Merlin.

“One flick to scarlet Dalbergia’s ruddy muse!”

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“One quick slick of cherry lightning.

One rose bud on ruby quick.

One quick lick of dark crimson.

One ruby bud on rosy wick.”

~

“One quicker slick of red lightning,

One fiery flick of rosy quick.”

“One quicker snick of dark crimson,

One fiery lick of ruby wick.”

~

“One quick lick of scarlet lightning

“One flaming flick of ruby quick.”

“One quicker slick of dark crimson.”

One lightning fleck on rosy wick tip.”

~

“Perfect!’ chuckled Merlin, “she’s still flushing style!”

“Just look at her carnation tincture!”

“Sublime!” chortled Myrddin, “she’s still blushing smile!”

“Did you see the fire-cracker tint-in-her?”

~

“You are so beautiful,” sighed Merlin.

“My sweet willow Sissoo.”

“How I love to amuse the muse in you,

and muse the muse amused in you,

to amuse the muse I love, in you.”

~

“Oooh”, she swooned, and flushed her rosewood frame.

“For you,” she cooed, blushing ruby wood grain.

“From Sissoo,” she wooed, and whispered her rouge name.

“Mon amour,” she oozed, and blew to him,

her heart’s gold rosy flame.

~

Our cave was bathed in crimson shade,

air redolent with Sissoo’s febrile perfume.

No longer grim tomb, of deep waxen gloom,

but riddled rose flume, cast in saffron red bloom.

~~~~~ + ~~~~~

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27 thoughts on “Spiel, Spool, and Spell

  1. Eloquent as always, I especially loved the stanza beginning with ‘“Spill this spell, and his dark rosewood from hell,
    she’ll bedevil the spell, bewitch this spill” … Beautiful

    • Hey Ginni,

      How are you? 🙂 It’s always a pleasure to have you stop by and say ‘hello’. Thank you for visiting and commenting so appreciatively…words like ‘eloquent’ and ‘beautiful’ are most generous, but always warmly received. 😀

      I have all sorts of fun messing around with different words and rhymes and trying varying beats and rhythms to try and break up the flow and add a little interest. The poem is long and a little deviation in the verse structure also helps to keep me enthused as well. Sometimes the ideas I try work, sometimes they don’t, and sometimes the words even find their own way on to the page without any help from me. In this case, ‘spill’ followed on from ‘spell’, and was quickly followed by ‘hell’, bewitch and bedevil, and then the rest of the verse really wrote itself. The problem I have now of course, is finding a replacement word for spill when next I need to indulge the use of the word spell, or indeed when Merlin in his tomfoolery messes up his spell-casting again, and spills yet another charm! Perhaps it’d just be easier to let the Owl do the talking and let Merlin do the wand waving 🙂

      Thank you for your kind comment. Have a wonderful weekend 🙂

      Namaste

      DN – 23/03/2016

  2. So the Flame passes its shiny bright particles of Fiery Crimson from under the sleeve. This rosy wand has been hiding her blushes for so long.. I would not like to get upon the wrong side of her Magical charms..

    Merlin seems a little rusty remembering his spells. I think maybe he should get Archie who is so fluent in Latin to recite his spells ..

    Loved the clever play on words Dewin and especially chuckled at Plucky Bacon-ears 🙂

    So pleased the test was past and one got caught up within the mirror’s pearling stream among the silky threads of spinning’s gleam. Oh what a tale you weave Dewin..
    A most pleasurable time I have had reading as Dalbergia Sissoo that Rose of slight of hand, using her Eastern charms with such fulgent flare ..

    I look forward to reading more as this perfumed beauty gets to use more of her ‘carminibus inventive’ under the direction of Merlin with the brains of Archie to make sure Merlin’s pronunciation is spot on… 🙂

    Wonderfully Weaved and smooth as silk…
    Loving it 🙂
    Sue

    • Hey Sue,

      Welcome back to Dewin’s 😀 How’s you?

      Always appreciate your visits here Sue and the extent of your kind comment. Thank you for both, and for also continuing to read, and enjoy the saga 🙂 Personally speaking, I am so pleased the Buccaneer is at last setting out on his journey and no longer being held between the magic stones: even I was getting claustrophobic and wanted some fresh air 🙂

      Ah yes, ‘carminibus inventive!’ Excellent! 😀 Had I recalled those words from my school days I might have snaffled them myself already. But rest assured I will endeavour at some point to squeeze them into a stanza. They’d actually make a great expletive for when Merlin forgets his spells. Thank you!

      Dalbergia, that ‘rose of slight of hand’ (thank you for another great phrase! Lol) is actually quite shy until she sparkles into life: it is Sissoo who is the mischievous one! Merlin is very protective about taking care of his wand and her blushes! Lol 🙂 She can be a little tricky to handle if not handled with care, which I thought may keep Merlin honest and sincere in his endeavours, and honest in his affection for her as well. I trust she will reciprocate his warmth and well meaning.

      I’m also going to cite, ‘perfumed beauty’ and fulgent flare’ as useful words to be tucked away for another time, thank you for those as well! Your comment has been a little seam of gold and mined accordingly lol 🙂

      I’ve written about a third of the next poem and hope it will be on its way within a couple of weeks. No idea what will happen to the Buccaneer en route to Copper Door, I just hope he doesn’t do anything foolish! 🙂

      Thank you again for stopping by. Lovely to see you 🙂

      Take care always for always.

      Namaste

      DN – 23/03/2016

      • So pleased that my limited use of Latin and phrases have inspired Dewin.. I like that you do not know what happens next..
        For it shows the inspiration comes as the words find their place upon the page.. Which is how I write my poetry.. I wrote another at the bewitching hour containing the Three’s in the middle of the night.. Which is when I think those who wave their spirit magic over my pencil may well be turning it into a Hazel-wand which looking up its Hazelwood properties of its feminine and powers and artistic talents 🙂 I have a hazelwood walking stick my Dad made me with a rams horn he found on a skeleton one time… Its often warmly held in fond memory 🙂
        Look forward to reading more of this most magical adventure Dewin.. Have a wonderful rest of the week
        Sue

      • Hey Sue,

        You are an inspiration and a depository for knowledge and wisdom Sue, and always leave me a little ‘something’ to consider further within your kind/wise words. Thank you 😀

        I do have a couple of small surprises waiting for the Buccaneer as he heads off down the passageways, but it is the manner in which he gets there and deals with them that is the unknown factor, and the enjoyment. In a recent comment exchange with a fellow Blogger, we briefly touched on ways to approach narrative in story-telling, and if predetermined ideas worked as well as going with the flow. It’s interesting that you have a similar perspective, and find no problem in allowing the story to be shaped within the moment of writing, giving it immediacy and an almost raw quality. In general terms this is the approach that I try to take, letting the story unfold as it chooses and then having to work around it, within it, and lastly through it in order to move along. I am still learning and have a vast distance to go before I might feel comfortable setting the story, the pace and the flow myself and controlling the exercise throughout. At the moment it is Merlin and Archie who are writing this, and me just the person pushing buttons and learning! I hope the next instalment is a little more condensed and descriptive and puts some detail back into the story, I think it needs it! Fingers crossed for success! 🙂

        I had to go and do a little digging online to get a better perspective on Hazelwood, but I am so glad that I did, very interesting! Your creative secret is revealed Sue, as to perhaps another dimension to Dreamwalker! Indeed Hazel lends itself to magic, mystery, writing, poetry, expression, and of course enchantment. What a fabulous wood it is and such exciting symbolism and historical use. I really think you could be on to an absolute winner with your enchanted Hazelwood pencil: certainly your poetry is inspired and your output far quicker than mine! No doubt your sensitivity is far greater than mine as well and you are able to capitalise on your gift, sensing the spirits there with you and guiding you on your way. Curiously, whilst reading about Hazelwood, it mentioned a connection to Hermes via his heralding staff, which classic Celtic myth suggests was made from Hazelwood. I had often wondered what wood or material it was made from, and hadn’t bargained for Hazelwood, but I like the idea that it was…it brings Hermes closer to Nature, to Wales and the land of the Celts and home of the Druids and bards. Whether or not he walked this emerald isle is unknown, but I like to think that he did. Interesting indeed how this then ties in with writing, poetry and other forms of communication. In regards to the fabulous walking stick your Dad made you…and it does sound unique and quite splendid (I’ve always wanted to find a horned skull whilst trekking hill and dale, but no luck as yet!)…it’s interesting to note that Hazelwood has always been related to fertility and fecundity, (as well as divination, wisdom and water) as to the ‘horn’ or cornucopia as well of course. The two are naturally complementary in this way. In addition, the Hazel tree has a very deep root system, which links it to the underworld, allowing the tree to draw on the deep powers and mysteries of the earth and bring them into fruition in the light of day…one reason it was sacred to the Druids, and its berries thought magical. It was certainly a very special gift from your Dad and I can understand why you hold it warmly in fond memory as you do, it must bring you closer to him and provide a wonderful source of strength and love. A beautiful treasure and keepsake 🙂

        I’ll look forward to you calling by and offering your astute comment on the next instalment. Hopefully I’ll not be long getting there! lol 😀 Many thanks again for interesting and inspiring thoughts here…you always come bearing gifts Sue, thank you 😀

        Until next time, take care, have a wonderful weekend! Happy Easter 🙂

        Namaste

        DN – 23/03/2016

      • I thank you Dewin for that wonderful response.. and look forward to the unfolding of more of your story.. I will have to take a photo of my Dad’s walking stick..:-) he cleverly moulded the horn and it was made even more sacred now by your telling of the history of the Hazel Tree.. 🙂 Many thanks for passing on that knowledge of Hermes 🙂
        Wishing you a Wonderful Easter Holiday also Dewin..
        Sue

      • Hey Sue,

        Your most welcome, thank you for having commented and leading us both to newfound knowledge…or was that Hermes leading us towards making new discoveries and working through your pencil? 🙂

        Please do take a photograph of the walking stick your wise old Dad made for you…I’d be keen to see it now that I’ve heard all about it, and it’ll make for an interesting Blog post…you speak so fondly of your Dad 🙂

        Thank you for Easter best wishes! Have a wonderful weekend! Keep fingers crossed for sunshine 😀

        Namaste

        DN – 24/03/2016

      • I will keep my fingers and toes crossed Dewin.. as I hope to go into Derbyshire on Monday for more exploring.. so will make sure my camera is charged 🙂

      • lol 🙂 And I shall keep all crossed for you as well. Have a grand day out!

        I’ll look forward to viewing photographs of Derbyshire on your Blog and sharing a little of its beauty with you as you explore trails and pathways through it…a mini adventure! Watch out for the Jabberwocky! lol 🙂

        Namaste

        DN – 24/03/2016

  3. Hey Dewin,

    What can one say? Amazingly eloquent and evocative, and the humour…a wonderful read. I love the titles you have chosen for your three acts.

    I think this is my favourite instalment in your poem so far. The rhythm and pace work so well and your use of words and word play throughout is inspired. Everything about it just flows effortlessly.

    I especially like the first four lines that introduce this act, but my favourites from the poem itself…hmm… it’s a hard choice as there are so many to choose from 🙂 The whole verse that starts with “Spill this spell and his dark rosewood from hell,” pours forth with ease and energy, sweeping the reader along, but then “How I love to amuse the muse in you, and muse the muse amused in you, to amuse the muse I love, in you,” is very amusing 😀

    Looking forward to see how Act Two unfolds 🙂

    Wishing you the Brightest of Blessings!

    • Good morning Sammi,

      How are you? Happy Easter weekend! 😀

      You arrive sprinkling fairy-dust from the tip of your magic scribbling wand. 🙂 Thank you for your charming comment and choice words, which are wonderfully generous, gratefully appreciated, and always most welcome 🙂

      It’s reassuring to know the important elements within the poem are working to help keep everything flowing effortlessly. I write it across a period of weeks rather than in one sitting and sometimes think it probable that I’ve lost sight or sense of the rhythm and pulse of the poem between writing sessions. I’m really pleased to hear otherwise, and to know that as a result it is your favourite instalment so far. I value your perspective and your advice, as I do your support, thank you Sammi, you’ve been a big help. 🙂

      I can’t quite recall how I arrived at writing lines for Merlin’s amused muse, but I do remember it was long before Dalbergia Sissoo had found her form. At the time I wrote them, I had a feeling I would include them somewhere in the poem, but wasn’t sure when or where. Merlin greatly enjoys amusing his muse, and being amused by his muse, which he too finds amusing. And why Indian Rosewood, I hear you ask, well, the truth is I had a ‘red’ day, when I must have woken with the colour red unconsciously on my mind and hence influencing my thoughts and motivations. No doubt it was the flush of spring’s blush that had me looking at life through rose tinted glasses, and even when considering the wood for Merlin’s wand I went with rosewood and it’s deep dark ruby red hue. I found several names for ‘wand’ when looking online, one of which was ‘devil’s-bit’, which I thought marvellously amusing but a little abrasive for Sissoo, who was no devil, just a little weevilish on occasion 🙂

      Act Two is well underway but with a fair distance still to go. Thanks for the nod towards the titles; I hope I can find storylines to suit them, the poems haven’t been written yet, but it gives me a target to aim towards.

      Many thanks for having come by Sammi and for leaving me amused and smiling with your comment. It always good to see you here. Hoping your extended weekend is going well and continues to get better by the hour. 🙂

      Take care always for always,

      DN – 27/03/2016

      • Hey Dewin, How are you? How is your week going? Good I hope.

        “You arrive sprinkling fairy-dust from the tip of your magic scribbling wand.” I absolutely love this! lol 🙂

        The story behind a story / poem fascinates me. I like to hear how authors / poets create and craft their magic. I find it adds an extra layer of sparkle, so thanks for sharing those behind the scenes snippets. They were enlightening to read, especially the notion of having a ‘red’ day and how it influenced the poem 🙂

        Wishing you the Brightest of Blessings for the rest of the week 🙂

      • Hey Sammi 😀

        I am a little late replying, and offer sincere apologies as always. I’ve been offline for a couple of weeks having the computer repaired and restored and having no other access to the Internet has meant I’m behind with comments and replies. Thank you for bearing with me 🙂 And thank you for having commented and been appreciative of ‘trade secrets’ and behind the scenes trials and tribulations! The ‘red day’ was a labour of love, and success occurred in ways other than words and prose….one of those days when there was total enjoyment in doing everything that needed to be done: when the smile never left my dial and the bounce never left my stride and the day was as perfect a gift as one could (realistically) ask for 😀 As I recall, you also once mentioned the benefits of rose-coloured glasses and looking at life with the same sense of wonder and delight…perhaps it was that idea, which was contagious 🙂

        I hope writing Camp is going well Sammi and allowing you chance to wave your wand and sprinkle magic scribbling dust into those short-stories and novel editing. I have fingers crossed for success and look forward to hearing of progress when you conclude April’s stay. Best wishes and good luck! 😀

        Take care and have a fantastic week!

        Namaste

        DN – 18/04/2016

        P.S: I think I may have a couple of comments to respond to on your Blog, so will hasten this week with replies…sorry for the delay…oh, and by the way, congratulations on your latest publish! Another feather in what must now be a very full cap 🙂 You are a star in the making!

  4. Hey Dewin,
    This was such fun to read – all the word plays and plays on words and rhythm and rhyme. I forget what the term is for using the same letter to start each word. It is so playful, and fun to read out loud. “Realities mysterious creativity is creativity’s mysterious reality.” Say that 10 times really fast! Of course, I would love, “crossing over isn’t dying. It’s surfing and sailing wizard’s weaving wave.” The whole thing is just brilliant and I loved the beautiful fiery crimson image too!
    I hope you are well and enjoying life these days, Dewin.
    Namaste
    Mary

  5. Hey Mary,

    How are you this fine Sunday morning? 🙂

    Thank you so much for your kind and considerate comments, and for taking time to wander by and journey a little further with the underground Mariner. You always bring such inspiring effervescence and keen energy with you when you visit, and thread them with generosity to leave miles of smiles. Thank you for enjoying the poem as you do and for warmth in your appreciation. 🙂

    I know how much you enjoy words, and how well you write, so it’s pleasing to hear you sound so enthused. Actually, I’m not long back from perusing paths and wondering mindfully in your poetic windy Dancing Day, which I found a wonderful treat. Thank you 🙂

    I think the term for the occurrence of the same letter at the beginning of words in a sentence is ‘alliteration’. It’s an amusing and fun device, and some letters seem to work better than others, ‘f’s’, ‘p’s’, ‘w’s’, and ‘s’s’ are often appealing choices. I’m always curious to know how alliteration sounds when read with a different accent, and whether change in emphasis or intonation affects the overall tone of words, or the flow of the line.

    “Realities mysterious creativity is creativity’s mysterious reality.” – Curiously, I was in two minds whether to include this stanza in the final poem, and wondered at its relevance to the story. But I’m glad that I did: in some way it perhaps reinforces Archimedes attempt to instil hope and faith in the Buccaneer’s choice to go ahead and walk the silver plank across to mirror’s other side. The Buccaneer has always been a little hesitant to take a step further on the path. 🙂

    “It’s surfing and sailing wizard’s weaving wave.” – lol 😀 Indeed it must be so! How else might the Buccaneer travel through and beyond mirror’s silver gleam if not by setting the mind’s full-sails and riding upon the golden streams of a wizard’s weaving dreams to be carried through magical seas to enchanted ends! 🙂 In some ways, and on some special days, I find the same experience prevails when mindfully wandering miles from anywhere 🙂

    Fingers crossed Act Two will soon be on its way and more of the story told. The Buccaneer has arrived on Merlin’s ‘other side’ of the mirror and in passageways cast in deep red sets out to journey deeper into the flumes and tunnels riddling Merlin’s tomb. I hope you’ll return and enjoy the next instalment, Thread, Tread and Weave and catch up on news of the wandering Buccaneer. 🙂

    Hoping your weekend has brought you happiness, peace and joy. Thank you for heading over to Dewin’s 🙂

    Take care in all ways for always and always

    Namaste

    DN – 27/03/2016

    • Yes! Alliteration! That’s the word. Thank you. You do it so well. Of course I will be back to read Thread, Tread and Weave! Looking very much forward to it.

      Speaking of reading your poem with different accents, it would be so fun to hear it read in your voice! I know the Scottish accent, British and Irish but I don’t know Welsh. Would you consider a Youtube video or audio? It’s not for everyone, surly. It’s always a bit weird to hear your voice taped. It sound so different than it does inside your head. Do you do poetry readings at all?

      Thank you for coming over and leaving such a splendorous and generous comment, which I shall read again and again.

      So, wandering mindfully through golden streams of wizard’s weaving dreams, sailing enchanted seas beyond mirror’s silver gleam, and surfing wizard’s weaving wave, I will see you underground soon.

      Be well, Dewin always in all ways for always and always, my friend.

      Namaste
      Mary

      • Hey Mary,

        Good morning and welcome back to Dewin’s lol 😀 How was your weekend in wonderland?

        Thank you for your very kind comments Mary, you know just how to make me smile 🙂 Alliteration is a wonderful sounding word isn’t it, sort of light and lively upon the tongue, it has a dance all of its own? I recall a module at university where we were asked to synchronise animation to sound. One of the objectives was to lip-synch speech to a character’s mouth movements. It’s actually very difficult to achieve anything other than an impression: the often-overlapping movements of the mouth in creating vocal sound can be quite complex. Even with 25 frames of movement available for animating 1 second of speech, identifying the key points at which certain word sounds occur is not an exact science. For example, when we talk face-to-face with someone, do we hear the other person’s voice before they finish moving their mouth?

        I agree that being read poetry, particularly if an accent adds a dimension to it can be a wonderful experience. Certain words and sounds find a more welcome home with some voices and accents than in others. When I started writing the poem, I had every honest intention of having the first three chapters of the poem read and presented it here. Sadly, that idea hasn’t manifested yet! I am an Englishman living in Wales, and I didn’t think my accent would suit the poem…Merlin should be Welsh, or have Celtic flare about him. So, I’ve approached a work colleague and asked if they’d consider reading. They have kindly agreed, and a future instalment will be read! It’s now about finding opportunity when dates coincide and the poem gets written, but it gives me an incentive and focus. My friend has a voice as smooth as melted chocolate, which I’ve always thought would suit late night radio. I’m looking forward to seeing how this intention pans out…I can certainly be one to procrastinate and delay. 🙂

        I was lost in the enjoyment of wandering and dancing along windy winding paths with you in wonderland…and wish it had never ended! If I could just pick up my life and put in down somewhere like your back garden then that would be ideal! Everyday I could waltz a weave through Eden.

        I shall look forward to your return for Thread, Tread, and Weave, and hope that your ride on the gleam of a wizard’s dream leaves you woven and weaved and altogether waved.

        Thank you for having visited. Take care for always and always my friend 🙂

        Namaste

        DN – 28/03/2016

  6. Hey Dewin,
    That synchronizing animation to sound seems very interesting and tedious. You asked, “when we talk face-to-face with someone, do we hear the other person’s voice before they finish moving their mouth?” I have wondered that. Back in the 70’s I admit I did some hallucinogens and someone said something to me and I didn’t hear it at first until I then saw the sound waves come from their mouth to my ear and then I heard it. Haha.
    I had such fun dancing and flying with you over at my site. Thank you for spending that time with me, and for the poems you left behind as you left. I didn’t want it to end either.
    I hope you are having a nice time watching spring begin, and I look forward to more lovely exchanges.
    You take good care for ever and always in all ways, my friend, Dewin.
    Namaste
    Mary

    • Hey Mary 🙂

      How are you? Apologies for the tardiness of my reply…for once, I have genuine reason for the delay (lol) – notably a p.c that has recently been repaired – and now it is back in my possession I’m able to catch up with replies. 🙂 Thank you for stopping by…I went back to re-read the weekend of our dance…and again wished the music in the wind had never stopped and the dance through wonderland had never ended. I spent a little time this evening following another of your delightful trails and finding a deeper sense of Balance in the process. It’s always a pleasure to visit your blog 🙂

      Mary, I thought your hallucinogenic story was awesome! I do enjoy hearing stories of altered states and the events and happenings that occur there-in 🙂 I’ve no similar experience to draw on, but have read a lot of material around the whole subject of altered states of consciousness, and appreciate the width and spectrum of the effects higher states of consciousness/awareness have on our senses…perception and vision especially. I would find such a naturally occurring ability totally fascinating to have as my own. They say cats see the world at speeds far greater than we are naturally able to do…one reason perhaps why they are able to catch flies, and follow rapid motion, is there ability to see and judge flight path and movement, almost as if it were precognitive. I have no doubt what you saw was probably very real…it must of happened in actuality for the sound to have travelled to your ear! A very cool experience to be sure. In animation I think the lip motion is set slightly ahead of the sound, but I may be wrongly remembering my university theory. I think it adds to the realism somehow, but don’t quote me on that, it’s been a few years since last I read the theory 🙂

      In one of the university projects involving animation and sound, I recall breaking down each spoken word in a clip of speech into its phonetic structure and then assigning a different colour and a different visual speed to each phonetic part. I expressed these different colours and speeds using circles that expanded from a central point on the screen simultaneously and in time to the speech. As they expanded they slowly faded before leaving the edge of the screen. Each word then became a uniquely visual experience, a bloom of coloured rings travelling at varying speeds and exploding outwards from a central point. Visually, as the movement kept time with the voice over, it looked quite appealing…although I wish I had used more colours. The exercise was more about timing movement in animation than it was purely about sound. Animation is a tedious labour of love, and one either loves it or not. I think the beauty of it lies in the element of control. An animator is the key component in the film (like the Beaver in your wetlands)…the person who decides everything, almost as if they had god-like powers! 🙂 It is a very cathartic experience making an animated film, and equally as rewarding to watch the finished film after having invested everything to make it happen 🙂

      Indeed, Spring has sprung in Wales, and life is warming upon the bough and winding its way on the wind. Butterflies and Bees have arrived in hedgerows and gardens and I’ve caught sight of young fledgling feathers across the Heath and woodland floor. The morning skies are bright with wonderful sunrises and the wind carries the scent of clean fresh air. Daffodils are aplenty in Wales (it is the National flower of Wales) and swamp the gardens I pass en route to work. It has been a soggy old start to Spring, but generally a warm one, but I’m looking forward to longer days and a lazy summer to get out and about and enjoy more of Wales…there are some beautiful places to visit here, and I hope time will allow chance to spend a while enjoying each of them.

      Thank you for visiting, and for best wishes, and those thoughts of future exchanges 🙂 I look forward to meeting up next time beneath NM blue skies…I’ll bring the sandwiches, you bring the coffee 🙂

      Until then, have a wonderful week. Take good care of one and all 😀

      Namaste

      DN – 18/04/2016

  7. Hey Dewin,
    This is all very fascinating to me. “I recall breaking down each spoken word in a clip of speech into its phonetic structure and then assigning a different colour and a different visual speed to each phonetic part.” Then the way you did that is so cool!

    I do have many fun hallucinogenic stories from back then. I would love to get to some of the places I went – naturally, but haven’t been able to do that yet. Different wonderful places, but nothing like w.

    I love what you said about cats. I didn’t know that at all. That they see at a different speed. I wonder what it is in their DNA specifically that makes them be able to do that. I also would love to be able to breathe under water. I know someone who was able to save herself from drowning by taking little tiny breaths. When I dream about breathing under water, that is exactly how I do it, so it was interesting to hear her story.I have only 21 seconds of breath, so when swimming with dolphins, I have to come up a lot for air. But I have some free diving friends that can stay under for over a minute. Time changes under water, though. Seems longer. There must be a way to learn how to stay under longer by training our bodies to get O2 out of the water or using a different gas to breathe that we have in us or something. I really think over time, we could evolve this trait. Of course I would love to be able to fly, but the only way I see doing that is astral travel. But actually flying with wings. Soaring…

    ” Each word then became a uniquely visual experience, a bloom of coloured rings travelling at varying speeds and exploding outwards from a central point. Visually, as the movement kept time with the voice over, it looked quite appealing…although I wish I had used more colours.” Wow! Have you made animated films? I can’t imagine the tedium, although I am a Virgo, so that attention to detail is in here somewhere.

    Spring in Wales sounds absolutely lovely! That is a place I have always wanted to go. In the meantime, I will see it through your eyes, so I hope you do get the opportunity to travel around it a bit this summer.

    Thanks for coming over to my place and spending time there. I had so much fun. Take care, my good friend, always in all ways for always.

    Namaste
    Mary

  8. Hi Dewin,

    Let’s add more magic. I know you already have plenty, but… you know? More. I wonder what Archie and Merlin and all are doing right now? I suppose I will read on to find out what they ‘were’ doing, and enjoy this coinciding timeline – I like the idea that I opened up a universe as just ‘one’ of your readers. As each reader is a universe to explore through the process of reading (and each reader represents the universal story that is opened up by your pen – that shared quill). The energetic connection is strong. I enjoyed reading about these lovely trees, and connections, and deep roots. I’m happy that Mary pointed out your alliteration, and I’m curious to see Sue’s Dad’s walking stick. Well, all in due time, right, Dewin? You live in a neat land, Dewin. Lately I ran into a group of Druids in sunny California. Do you have a spiritual practice beyond channeling and writing? What are your days like there in the winter, just now, and in Wales?

    All the best to you,
    Ka

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