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“Skipping Stones” is now available on Amazon.com, (https://tinyurl.com/yccscdzk) and Barnes & Noble!
Many thanks to Thomas and Ethel Davis at Four Windows Press, and to Lauren Scott and Candice Daquin for their cover reviews.
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Posted in Deep Water, Maeberie series, Poetry 1990's, Poetry 2000 - 2009, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged Deep Water, I'm so excited!!, Love, Maeberrie, nature, poem, Poetry, poetry book, Skipping Stones, time on June 20, 2018| 67 Comments »
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“Skipping Stones” is now available on Amazon.com, (https://tinyurl.com/yccscdzk) and Barnes & Noble!
Many thanks to Thomas and Ethel Davis at Four Windows Press, and to Lauren Scott and Candice Daquin for their cover reviews.
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Posted in Deep Water, Maeberie series, Poetry 1990's, Poetry 2000 - 2009, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged announcement, book, Deep Water, Maeberrie, poem, Poetry, poetry book, publishing, Skipping Stones on June 5, 2018| 81 Comments »
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I’m very excited to announce that my poetry book, “Skipping Stones”, will be available on Amazon later this month! It’s being published by “Four Windows Press”.
“Skipping Stones” has four sections, and it includes the Maeberrie fantasy, which some of you are familiar with. (My two characters now have names!)
The photo for the cover was taken by my son, Jason.
I’ll keep you posted when the book is released.
Thank you very much to my readers, and to Four Windows Press, for your support through the years. ❤
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Posted in Deep Water, Maeberie series, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged Crows, Deep Water, double star, Love, Maeberie, passion, poem, Poetry, reverie on April 2, 2018| 44 Comments »
(A Maeberie poem)
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Usually in the hills
she found her peace
but now the crows
were clamoring
above her head,
Let go! they cawed,
Move on, move on!
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She raised her hand
for them to stop
and weary, slid
her body down
beneath a tree
and fell into a reverie
of grassy meadow,
sapphire sky
beyond corporeality
and there
she found him waiting.
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He laid his sword
upon the ground,
the battle won,
no more to hide.
Their hearts grew full
of silver light
two scintillating souls entwined
in mutual fascination.
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When she awoke
day had turned
to shadowed night,
the crows had flown
and all was quiet
on the path
that took her home
while high above, unnoticed
twirled a dancing double star.
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© 2012, 2018 Betty Hayes Albright
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(a re-post from 2012, revised)
Posted in Deep Water, Maeberie series, Poetry 1990's, tagged daydream, Deep Water, gulls, Love, Maeberie series, poem, Poetry, reverie, sea on March 10, 2018| 22 Comments »
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A path leads down to the river,
the river runs down to the sea
where the gulls
and the zephyr that follow
bring naught but a daydream to me.
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He rides his steed to the chapel,
he coaxes his lamb to the lee
while the music
and footprints that follow
bring naught but a fancy to me.
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(c) 1993, 2018 Betty Hayes Albright
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(A Maeberie series poem, re-posted from 2012)
Posted in Deep Water, Maeberie series, Poetry 1990's, tagged comet, Deep Water, endurance, Love, memories, passion, patience, poem, Poetry, time, waiting on December 27, 2017| 35 Comments »
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Earth freezes
when the comet
spreads his tail
like a dove.
She covers tiny trees
against the frost
and watches
till the fan of indigo
folds and disappears.
Once in a lifetime
or a thousand years
it matters not,
she’ll know him
by his steel blue
when he comes again.
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(c) 1996, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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(a re-post, revised)
Posted in Deep Water, Maeberie series, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged Deep Water, interlude, Love, Maeberie series, moon, passion, poem, Poetry on November 24, 2017| 30 Comments »
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Sometimes it opens
just a crack,
that heavy door –
and she will see
his lamp aflame
and though she’s not
the only one
to bring his tray,
his cup of ale,
she always comes
to mind the steel
in his eyes,
those eyes
that recognize the fool,
that see the masks
of dark agenda
in the winks of falsity.
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She always comes
that he may rest awhile.
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She lets him count
the gathers
and the pleating
in her bodice,
and she lets him
fold her hair
across his face
to hide his smile.
And she will stay
for just awhile
until the moon has risen
and he calls out
for the guard
to secret her away.
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© 2012, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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(a Maeberie series poem, revised)
Posted in Deep Water, Maeberie series, tagged ashes, Deep Water, fire, goddess, Love, Maeberie series, memory, passion, poem, Poetry, Prometheus, time on September 27, 2017| 28 Comments »
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After the fire plays,
after he’s gone
she leaves her heart
in ashes
nestled on the bed
and slips outside
to bury time
in earth
where it belongs.
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And sometimes
there’s a spark
when her trowel
hits a rock
and she smiles
at the thought
of that blazing
stand of man
and how she became
a goddess
when he touched her
with his flame.
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(c) 1996, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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(re-post from 2012, revised)
Posted in Deep Water, Maeberie series, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged candle, fire, hope, Love, Mayberrie', passion, poem, Poetry, smoke, visions on May 15, 2017| 14 Comments »
(a Mayberrie poem)
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Once a week
she braves the village,
trades her woven scarves
for bread and cheese,
and candle sticks.
She offers just a veiled smile
and searches every face;
she dare not speak
of things she shouldn’t know.
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At dusk she climbs the deer path
to her cottage on the hill
and there she lights one candle stick.
As wisps of smoke slide up the wall
like lovers twined
she gazes at the flame and sees
battle-weary men at rest
tending to their fire;
and there!
in the shadowed edge
a single silhouette.
He turns her way
as though he feels her near.
She reaches through
the waxen light
and hangs her heart
around his neck,
then throwing kisses
to the night
she banks the fire
in his eyes
and blows the candle out.
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© 2012, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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(A re-post, revised)
Posted in Deep Water, Maeberie series, Poetry 1990's, tagged castle, Excalibur, Love, Mayberrie', mythology, passion, poem, Poetry on October 1, 2016| 14 Comments »
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Old castle rests on brambled shores
near curling leaves and browning lawn
as ivy coils through empty doors
where once his golden sword was drawn.
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For long ago the tower stood
shaped by wind and gleaming stones
and from the chapel in the wood
they heard the bell and felt the groans
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of lovers locked in false embrace
of thunder scavenged from the deep
where only he could show his face –
his mistress turned away to weep.
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They could not march beyond the hill
for fate had measured out their time
and all they touched was cold and still
and none could prove there’d been a crime.
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A dozen years but none to save
for lovers no more ring the bell.
Calla lilies crown the graves
where once an army rose and fell.
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And now the castle sleeps on shores
near curling leaves and browning lawn
as ivy coils across the floors
where once Excalibur was drawn.
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© 1993, 2016 Betty Hayes Albright
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(re-post of a Mayberrie poem)
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Posted in Deep Water, Maeberie series, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged Deep Water, hunger, Love, Maeberie series, passion, poem, Poetry, stew, thyme, time on September 18, 2016| 6 Comments »
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(a Mayberrie poem)
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Wandering through her garden
she could smell the vegetables
and began to hunger
for some butter-dumpling stew.
It had been his favorite long ago.
Row by row she harvested
sweet carrots and potatoes,
two turnips and an onion –
and over near the wildflowers
parsley and green beans.
All she needed now
was just a little thyme.
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Pacing in the courtyard
he caught his reflection
in the pond.
Who was this king
to love a servant girl –
his young forbidden bride?
Alas, it must secret be
lest they have her head
for she was peasant born.
And now another battle loomed
far across the dunes.
All he needed now
was just a little time.
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© 2012, 2016 Betty Hayes Albright
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(This is a re-post – slightly revised.)
(For links to all poems in this series please click on the Mayberrie tab at the top of this blog.)