I’m feeling spectacularly bad tonight and don’t particularly feel like writing but I need to. I didn’t work on my story today. I was busy with cat stuff for the rescue and then went to lunch with a friend. That was fun but I really wasn’t up to it. I haven’t been sleeping, especially the last two nights. My stomach hurts and I’m pretty sure there’s a dude living in my skull that is slowly digging his way out through the bone.
It’s getting to be allergy season and that’s not helping. I never had allergies until I moved to the South, so it sort of surprises me every year. When I first started getting them I didn’t know that’s what it was. I thought I had a rotten tooth! The dentist took an x-ray and told me the teeth were fine but my sinuses were showing as a solid block on the x-ray. Fun stuff.
I have my Merlin kitty here blinking at me while he purrs. As far as he’s concerned, life is good. 🙂 I’ve been working on some new collage art for my S6 shop but haven’t listed anything new on redbubble for a couple of days. Ugh, ok sorry this is short tonight but it hurts to look at the screen.
The Stolen Child
Where dips the rocky highland Of Sleuth Wood in the lake, There lies a leafy island Where flapping herons wake The drowsy water rats; There we’ve hid our faery vats, Full of berrys And of reddest stolen cherries. Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand. Where the wave of moonlight glosses The dim gray sands with light, Far off by furthest Rosses We foot it all the night, Weaving olden dances Mingling hands and mingling glances Till the moon has taken flight; To and fro we leap And chase the frothy bubbles, While the world is full of troubles And anxious in its sleep. Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand. Where the wandering water gushes From the hills above Glen-Car, In pools among the rushes That scarce could bathe a star, We seek for slumbering trout And whispering in their ears Give them unquiet dreams; Leaning softly out From ferns that drop their tears Over the young streams. Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand. Away with us he’s going, The solemn-eyed: He’ll hear no more the lowing Of the calves on the warm hillside Or the kettle on the hob Sing peace into his breast, Or see the brown mice bob Round and round the oatmeal chest. For he comes, the human child, To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world’s more full of weeping than he can understand.