At night, When all was quiet and still, I watched from the darkness. I saw the glowing Red light of fire, As the forge roared And sparks were shooting, Bursting, dazzling, The star magic Of metal transmuted. I heard the roaring forge, The whoosh and quenching sizzle, Then the Mighty Hammer Bang BANG Bang BANG, An ancient song Of strength and steel, The heartbeat of creation, Intent and work, Forged and quenched and hammered, Bang BANG, Bang BANG. The shadows flow And retract, Flow and retract. I watched From the darkness, The Night Gifted Magician, Immersed in creation, Forging swords, And blades, and tools; Each carrying its own Particular Blessing of Power. . Roy 05September2021 ⓒBearspawprint2021
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Beware Trained Mind Control Puppy
Roy, an experienced puppy trainer, with apt pupil, Luna.
Luna, chosen by Roy, for her obvious gifts, has quickly learned that Master Mind Control and Communication is an important variation of Tail Wagging and Licking Roy’s Ears When Ears Are Accessible. At six feet four inches tall, Roy must be coerced into placing target areas within reach.
Luna has learned to evoke praise, “Good Luna, good girl”, pets and rubs from all but one encounter. Roy’s cat, Patrick, does not praise. Patrick refuses to praise anything. Patrick also keeps his weapons ready to defend any vulnerable hypnotic encroachments. Luna is unable, as yet, to maintain a superior stance when attempting to disengage from the spinning claws and dagger teeth that seem to yowl.
Amused Cat — Haiku
High stacked books knocked down for fun.
Buried head moves groans.
Bear . . . 06.07.2014
ⓒ Bearspawprint 2014
This one is for Roy and his cat, Patrick
Yesterday, Saturday, Oct. 26
and handles and types of blades and chisels and gouges fit his own proportions and the needs of
the particular piece he is work on.
North East Florida Fair
Dear Son IV won three First Places (Blue Ribbon’s) at the North East Florida Fair, this week.
One year he won Best Of Show, the biggest prize over all categories, plus the best of his
category. A giant purple rosette with ribbon streamers was awarded when he was only nine.
Roy had hammered a copper pipe into a copper sword mounted it on a handle of his own
design and we entered it.
The water color parrot on the wall behind Roy won a First seven years ago. I had trouble getting
him to stop long enough to snap the photo. But his box didn’t move around at the fair. I slipped
the hair ornament that he made for me in September into his collection of things to enter, so it
got entered, as well. Blue Ribbon, of course. He also had two Seconds, Red. The third Blue, this year,
was a beautiful relief Pileated Woodpecker wood sculpture. I was unable to get a good picture of it.
Art for my hair
Roy, Dear Son IV designed and whittled a hair clasp for my birthday, September 15.
Brain, please ….
Dear Son IV , Roy, sent this a few minutes ago:
Friday Visitors To Start The Weekend
While Dear Husband took a mini-vacation two of my Grandchildren spent the night with me.
Roy didn’t get to go to the beaches in Pensacola, either, as he needed to register for classes for the
fall semester. He’s having to competitively register in order to take sequential courses sequentially.
The process doesn’t seem to be any more streamlined than in the olden days.
But I had lots and lots of fun with these little ones.
Roy and Poor Pitiful Patrick
Dear Son IV gave his poor pitiful Patrick a bath.
Roy has been trying patiently to teach me how to use my computer.
I wrote down most of the steps on how the picture came to be here
but not all. Sigh. I don’t know which ones are missing. I don’t know
what I am doing, and I am as uncomfortableas this wet cat doing whatever
it is I am doing.
I feel like I am swimming in a lake on a moonless night (which I used to
enjoy), but also as if I were trying to read a book while swimming in a lake
on a moonless night.