Lacy Rainbows

Not so sweet anymore…

I wanna be free!!!

Heartsick

Silver. That was what defined this scene, silver. Despite the gold edged rim in the distance, silver was what made up the essence of that moment. It was the backdrop. For in this liquid deep was reflected the colours of a world that rose up over it. Blues and greys…more silvers, of the sky; brown tones as the trunks of elms, willows and other beautiful trees gazed at their own reflection in the watery mirror. And ofcourse the reflection of the people and the little pagola-like shelter, squatting at the pond’s edge. A little girl wearing a pink puffy jacket threw bread to the birds. The geese that had just come over talked tough, but they just weren’t fast enough for the pesky seagulls and they could do little more than lean half heartedly towards the flying crumbs before five seagulls threw themselves at it, like the cars in a demolition derby. A few little ducks came gliding over but for them there was no chance. The air was full of white feathers, the silver full of shiny ripples, and the seagulls bellys were simply full.

I always feel like im trying so hard. And i hate it. Dam, dam, dam. I wish You were near.

“Trace the shape of my heart,
till it becomes more familiar to Your eyes
I’ve been lost without You,
cold without Your love”

“I grieve and dare not show my discontent,
I love and yet am forced to seem to hate,
I do, yet dare not say I ever meant,
I seem stark mute but inwardly do prate.
    I am and not, I freeze and yet am burned,
    Since from myself another self is turned.”

- Story. Of. My. Life.

Britomart.

The feather light sunshine dances through the fluttering leaves of the trees that reach protectively above her ruby head. It adds dapples of light to those that already mark the caramel hair of her horse’s back. She has always been flanked by Guyon, her faithful servant who, ever since she can remember he has proved faithful to her and yet…as they saunter on horse back along the leafy forest floor, a darkness starts to enter her mind. She questions Guyon’s intent. Why does he give up all his time to walk along side her all these years? Would she really come to so much harm if he were not there? She begins to edge her horse to the left. Only a little. Not so much that he would notice but just so she might smell the flowers a little further from the path. She is not off the path long when she is joined by another maiden. “What’s your name?” she asks as her innocent eyes look into the blue pools of the other’s, “Florimell” she responds and they continue along together.