Perpetuity

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Perpetuity: I Am Yours Forever and You Are Mine

by Virginia Carraway Stark

One day I found a picture of you

And my heart was hurt anew

Because my love, how I loved you

You were mine, my Perpetu

But even more I belonged to you

Someone like my Perpetu

Can never leave my heart too

So much of me was invested in you

Every day you were with me was always new

A part of my soul was claimed when yours was due

I always new the day would come

When I would think of you and numb

The pain and tears that will not be dumb

Some things in life aren’t here to stay

But having a dog taken away

Even by old age, the pain eats us day by day

Rest for now, my Perpetu

One day I know, I will see you

I will hold you in my arms anew

What is gone now is not lost except for a few

When it’s time to wake up know that I’m here

And that I’ve never once forgotten you.

– mixed media on paper, Copyright 2009 Virginia Carraway Stark.

You can watch Virginia Carraway Stark read her poem here:

Seemlie Keybearer’s Ode

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The Seemlie are a race of recalcitrant, watchful underworld beings that reside chiefly in forests and wild places, but have known to make themselves at home in the urban underpinnings of cities and towns as well. Here is a poem written by Virginia Carraway Stark from a denizen of this quiet, magical world:

Hello, Hello

by Virginia Carraway Stark

Hello, yes I see you

Even though I know you don’t see me

Careful where you tread

With your big feet you can make me dead

I wouldn’t like that and I might decide

That I don’t like you

Here in my woods

Squishing the mushrooms under

You are like a a monster to me

Do you know what a problem you are?

I don’t think you know much

And I have important business to do

In the dark shadows

Where you bring your hammering and

Your buzzing machines for us

In the Unseillie Court of the Fair Folk

It is business as usual and you are here

In our realm, maybe I’ll send

Gnats and mosquitos after you

I have a little thing, a special treasure

That I must guard every moment by my heart

And here you are making a mess

Burning things not safe to burn

Running around and yammering

And hello, hello, yes I see you

I know you don’t see me

If you did it would be harder

For you to be such a prick to me

But since you can’t bother to open your eyes

I have a few things in mind, more than one surprise

I don’t think you’ll like them and when I’m done

You’ll be the one to leave the forest at a run

Go ahead, bring your gun,

You don’t see me,

Hello, Hello, Yes, I see you

And if you make me fret anymore

(I do have a habit of worrying so)

Then I’ll just take it out on all you poos

– mixed media on paper, Copyright 2016 Virginia Carraway Stark

You can watch Virginia Carraway Stark read her poem here:

Here’s some information on the different realms of Faerie (but not about the Seemlie, because they are too shy at this point to make Wiki articles):

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tuatha_D%C3%A9_Danann

http://www.worldoffroud.com/books/laby.php

The Green Man

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Green Man I See

By Virginia Carraway Stark

Green Man I see you peeping

In the woods while it was dark and

On the mossy carpet I was weeping

I see you watching from the burls

And your hair moving in the moss and twigs

Through the dappled air your presence is seeping

Green Man I feel you watching

When I come into the forest shadows

As I was a-climbing, fishing, catching

I saw your eyes appraising me and thinking

In your mind that moves like leaves and does

Each time we see each other I feel us meshing

Your eyes are full of sorrows for the things that are no more

Once your realm was every mountain and vallley

Where springtime came and greenbuds bloom

Now the world has shrunkens small and there is no room at all

But still you are never shrinking

Green Man is the size that Green Man is and there will never

Be another like you

Green Man I feel you feelings

I feel it too, the coolness of the air

The entry into the cathedral of your temple

And I can hear your heartbeat beating

I walk on feet that feel like flying as sunbeams

Bathed in green like shafts come stabbing

In your holy place I feel you, I feel me healing

Green Man I see you reaching

With the spring turned to summer

The Universe itself has you in His keeping

You feel no fear, you have no trepidations

Those are human was of talking

What is will be, at bud, blossom or harvest’s reaping.

– mixed media on paper, copyright 2014 Virginia Carraway Stark

You can watch Virginia Carraway Stark read her poem here:

Here is some information about The Green Man, the famed mysterious god of Northern Europe:

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Deep Notos: The South Wind

Deep Notos: The South Wind

by Virginia Carraway Stark

Here we go again,

My eerily prescient friend

Stirring up our passions and chasing

The horses and wild things

Who must run when they feel your crop

We all respond to the heat of your loins

Whipping flames into a fury

Chasing both across the fields and forest

Notos, Deep Notos,

We are lost in you now

We have forgotten the bite of winter

In the blast of your passionate kiss

How well you raise our passions

How you stir our hearts

You make our blood pump with fervor

That no other wind will know

I don’t care what they say

Your deep kisses bite harder

Than even Boreas’ ice cold lips

There is no warm hearth to escape you

Are you having fun?

Turning the ground into parched cakes

Turning all that was green to brown

Ready for your flames

Notos, I long for you

My Southern Lover

All winter long while Boreas taps at my windows

And howls at my gates

But once you’re here your passion

Overwhelms me, I am weak in front of you

You freckle me and wilt me like a crocus after spring

– mixed media on wood, Copyright 2009 Virginia Carraway Stark

You can watch Virginia Carraway Stark read her poem here:

Here is some information about Notos, the God of the South Wind:

http://www.theoi.com/Titan/AnemosNotos.html

Kisses from Boreas

Kisses from Boreas

by Virginia Carraway Stark

 

After some twenty of them

had been disposed of

during the waning moon

with costumes and masks and
enchantments

he now wished he had not sacrificed
his sons

laughing

they would never throw themselves
down weeping

to die of grief

we have to rise

just as vegetation dies only to
reappear in the springtime

what’s wrong with the way I kiss?
Asked the winter wind

everything

I replied even as I thanked Boreas

in the deep of my heart

for the sweet relief from the smoke
and the flames

then it was

during the waxing moon

when costumes are removed

masks unmasked

enchantment revealed

and winter is come

– art pencil on paper, 8×10, Copyright 2008 Virginia Carraway Stark

Poerm previously published in “In Flight” magazine.

You can watch Virginia Carraway Stark read her poem here:

Here’s some information on the mythic Boreas, God of the North Wind:

https://i1.wp.com/www.theoi.com/image/img_boreas.jpg

The Great Space Race

The Great Space Race

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Howard Donovan rolls his eyes in exasperation at the offensive antics of the Pismarian pirate racers as the starting lineup for The 187th Annual Galactic Grand Prix waits. This year’s Grand Prix takes place in the Gamma Quadrant, a dangerous and primitive part of the Milky Way. Pirates and shady characters have found their way into this year’s race as a result, bringing stolen technology like the Winged Particle Surfer to try to increase their winning edge. The Galaxy’s most versatile personal flight craft, the Donovan Jump Jet, will have its work cut out for it in this motley collection of space ships of intergalactic design. Howard will have to be on the look out for cheats and sabotage of all kinds as he tries to negotiate one of the most challenging space race courses in the GAGA.

The account of this thrilling space sport is told in the science fiction anthology, Tales from Space 2. Available this July from StarkLight Press, Tales from Space 2 features this story as well as tales about the wroiling mass of consumers, workers, stars and soldiers that make up the GAF Mainframe science fiction universe.

You can find the first volume of Tales from Space here, in print:

https://www.amazon.ca/Tales-Space-Anthology-Tony-Stark/dp/1518816614/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1466644672&sr=8-2&keywords=tales+from+space

Look for the Tales from Space e-book on Scribd here:

Look for GAF Mainframe books An Incident in El Noor, The Arkellan Treaty and Space Stranded, coming later this summer from StarkLight Press.

Here is an excerpt of Virginia Carraway Stark reading an excerpt from The Great Space Race: