Daily Writing Part 111. Story of Poems Part 54

Random words of the day: Tart. Beach

So, yeah, about that writing I was going to do… Turns out it’s quite a bit more difficult to get things started again. Those Japan pieces I planned, they’re not coming off the ground as easily as I had expected. I’m assuming three weeks having past since my return and the events not being as fresh in my mind as they were at said return has definitely influenced that. The pieces are still coming. The experiences I’ve had on my amazing journey have been too, well, amazing not to share. They’ll come in gradually, though. Better that way, I think, than trying to rush them out. Look forward to them! ^_^

In the meanwhile, to get the writing back on the road, let’s start with bringing back a feature that has been absent for nearly a month-and-a-half: The Artist’s Tale! When last we left our characters, the sentry, after eating a berry-lentil bread, had once more regained his memories and taken on his original form: Custard, one of the scorpion brothers! And despite basically having been force-fed the bread by his older brother, he seemed to be fairly excited about things! Now, our story continues!


The Artist’s Tale. Chapter 3
In the woods the chase was on
The sentry ran like hell
He held his blade, made of a tusk
And tracked a sharp, rank smell

But the scorpions seemed vanished now
So far they were ahead
They’d stopped to make a hearty meal
A berry-lentil bread

They stored the food within a bin
Stacked laundry to the air
That tower made of stinking clothes
Would lead the sentry there

Their plan unfolded swimmingly
One step was left to take
Before they would be shooting off
To fix a grand mistake

As the sentry came his nostrils flared
And angrily he squawked

I demand my berries now returned
Or in a cupboard you’ll be locked!”

Take this, eat up,” a scorpion spoke
And handed him the bin
“Then we can go and stop the Cult”
“Be saviours of our kin”

Is this some kind of joke, perhaps?!”
The sentry cried, dismayed
And tears did quickly fill his eyes
His sight did swiftly fade

Why did you wreck these fruits I got
From my big brother Ferry?!”
He clutched his shirt, fell to his knees
Watching the bits of berry

As silence fell a scorpion laughed
“We can get more from Aunt
Please eat now, little brother dear
It tastes just likes croissant!”

From shock the sentry’s face did twist
Like a satire sketch it looked
But just before he could reply
By a loud noise all were hooked

A blinding flash of light appeared
And blank then turned the sky

Your mask must go now, brother dear!”
Rang an anxious scorpion’s cry

The moment we’ve been training for
To face that vile cabal
It’s here, but only if you’ll join
Can we make their curtain fall!”

When frozen like a block of ice
The sentry still just stood
A scorpion, irked, turned aerial
To end the wait for good

Its flight seemed like a symphony
No composer dreamed to shape
It then stuffed the sentry’s mouth with bread
And sealed it shut with tape

And there under the holly tree
The sentry started glowing
Just like a living lamp he was
With light now overflowing

Soon after did the light then fade
The change was now complete
Where sentry was, a scorpion stood
With giant tyres for feet

The memories came flooding back
Each one he now recalled
“Your brother Custard’s back!” he cried
“Like the Essay had foretold!”

Now let us go and face our foes!”
“Send them right back to the Beach!”
“Then afterwards we’ll celebrate”
“With yummy tarts and peach!”

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For the first chapter of The Artist’s Tale click here.

For the second chapter of The Artist’s Tale click here.

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Rising Again

Konbanwa, minna-san!

It, been a while, hasn’t it? A month and four days ago I posted my last post, with the grandest of journeys I’d ever undertaken just around the corner. About two and a half week ago said journey came to an end and I returned home. I was eager to post all the stories I had to tell here, to entertain, move and maybe even educate by sharing all of the experiences I had gathered on my nearly three weeks in the capitals of Japan! It was not to be. Not yet, anyway. I spent quite some time re-adapting to a familiar yet strange environment, bit by bit, one by one picking up the pace of my daily routines and responsibilities. And now, I’m finally returning to the Ashukahwa Archives, to write and once again post those verbal brainchildren of mine! High time, I’d say!

Today will be a bit of a short post, just to start things off again. Like with everything I’ll be picking my writing up bit by bit until I’m back on track once again, but as of today things will be kicking off again! First order of business: Japan! I haven’t yet planned exactly on what course to take, but the stories and experiences of and reflections on my no less than epic, amazing and inspiring visits to Tokyo, Kyoto and Nara with two of my dearest friends will finally be coming here soon! And boy, do I have stories to share! With pictures, of course! I hope you’ll enjoy them! If there are any Japan related topics you’d like to see discussed here, please feel free to suggest them and I’ll see if I can enlighten you on them with the undoubtedly unparalleled knowledge and expertise I have gained from my time there! *cough* ^_~

Oyasumi, for now and I’ll be seeing you all again soon! ^_^

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Ready, Steady, Go!

As I’m writing this I’m slightly over an hour away from leaving to the airport. And as this goes online I’ll be high in the sky, on my way to Tokyo! Yes, today’s the day the journey of journeys begins! Everything aside from a few little things I needed this morning are packed and, well, it’s happening!

Now, I’ll likely have internet, but I’m not sure how consistently. Also I’ll obviously be spending a lot of my time exploring Japan with my friends! Therefore, Daily posts are very likely to be out of the question, but like I said earlier I’ll do my best to keep you posted on our epic journey!

Right now, though, I’m going to get the last things ready. Japan here I come!

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The Stress Before the Calm – A Pre-Travel Haiku

The big day is almost there and while I’m really excited at the prospect, the nerves are on the rise like never before. I’ve started packing, which is going slower than I’d like. I’m worrying if I have everything (even though I pretty much do). I hope I’ve done everything I had to do before I go. It’s the typical stress before the travel I think most who have had a fairly considerable journey ahead of them have faced at least once. I can’t wait for it to be over and finally arrive at my destination!


 

The Stress Before the Calm
Packing the suitcase
For quite the epic journey
Really wakes the nerves

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Daily Writing Part 110. Story of Poems Part 53

Random words of the day: Essay. Custard

The new year has started. I’m in the middle of the last preparations for my biggest trip of all time and I can really feel the nerves setting in (nerves of excitement mostly, but nerves still!). What better way to start things of and get my mind to quiet those nerves down a bit than finally writing that newest installment of The Artist’s Tale?! Yes, it’s finally back! And it brings with it its first named character! It’s always a lot of fun to see how difficult words can go from pondering on how to fit it in to suddenly bringing unexpected but very enjoyable new turns to the story. This time is now different! ^_^ Also, the scripture of scorpions is apparently in the form of school work. Just so you know… ^_^

Unfortunately it’ll probably take another couple of weeks before it will continue, considering I’ll be leaving on my aforementioned biggest trip of all time soon. For now, though, enjoy the continuation of that strange encounter between the sentry and the scorpions!


The Artist’s Tale. Chapter 3
In the woods the chase was on
The sentry ran like hell
He held his blade, made of a tusk
And tracked a sharp, rank smell

But the scorpions seemed vanished now
So far they were ahead
They’d stopped to make a hearty meal
A berry-lentil bread

They stored the food within a bin
Stacked laundry to the air
That tower made of stinking clothes
Would lead the sentry there

Their plan unfolded swimmingly
One step was left to take
Before they would be shooting off
To fix a grand mistake

As the sentry came his nostrils flared
And angrily he squawked

I demand my berries now returned
Or in a cupboard you’ll be locked!”

Take this, eat up,” a scorpion spoke
And handed him the bin
“Then we can go and stop the Cult”
“Be saviours of our kin”

Is this some kind of joke, perhaps?!”
The sentry cried, dismayed
And tears did quickly fill his eyes
His sight did swiftly fade

Why did you wreck these fruits I got
From my big brother Ferry?!”
He clutched his shirt, fell to his knees
Watching the bits of berry

As silence fell a scorpion laughed
“We can get more from Aunt
Please eat now, little brother dear
It tastes just likes croissant!”

From shock the sentry’s face did twist
Like a satire sketch it looked
But just before he could reply
By a loud noise all were hooked

A blinding flash of light appeared
And blank then turned the sky

Your mask must go now, brother dear!”
Rang an anxious scorpion’s cry

The moment we’ve been training for
To face that vile cabal
It’s here, but only if you’ll join
Can we make their curtain fall!”

When frozen like a block of ice
The sentry still just stood
A scorpion, irked, turned aerial
To end the wait for good

Its flight seemed like a symphony
No composer dreamed to shape
It then stuffed the sentry’s mouth with bread
And sealed it shut with tape

And there under the holly tree
The sentry started glowing
Just like a living lamp he was
With light now overflowing

Soon after did the light then fade
The change was now complete
Where sentry was, a scorpion stood
With giant tyres for feet

The memories came flooding back
Each one he now recalled
“Your brother Custard’s back!” he cried
“Like the Essay had foretold!”

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For the first chapter of The Artist’s Tale click here.

For the second chapter of The Artist’s Tale click here.

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Happy New Year, Everyone!

Very little to explain. Just a nice festive haiku to wish all you wonderful people the best for the newly arrived year! ^_^


New Year’s Wish
Another passage
As fifteen goes on sixteen
Happy new year!

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2015 in Review

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2015 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 2,000 times in 2015. If it were a cable car, it would take about 33 trips to carry that many people.

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Itsa Me!

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Who? Just your average descendant of two sea-faring peoples, recently graduated anthropology Master and aspiring author with a life-long passion for writing.

What? Uhm, human. I think... Also a bit crazy, but in a good way. I think...

Where? A land under the sea, far, far away. Occasionally with my head in the clouds.

Why? Trying to get both my work and my love for writing out there, sharing them with others and getting in touch with fellow writers, artists and other like-minded people.

Hi! ^_^

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