#NaPoWriMo Day 30

#NaPoWriMo Day 30 well today is the final day of the month but being a day behind everyone else I will try do two poems today. All prompts from NaPo website HERE.

Prompt write a poem based on the Plath Poetry Project’s calendar. Simply pick a poem from the calendar, and then write a poem that responds or engages with your chosen Plath poem in some way.

Plath Prompts

Megan says: Write a poem that includes the Latin name for a flower.

Leenie says: Try out some of those wicked Plath end-rhymes. Because “sticks” and “walks” definitely rhyme.

My inspiration came from April 5th 1962 when Sylvia Plath wrote a poem ‘Among the Narcissi’ to a sick friend. I twisted this around to turn the plant into the healing aid. Sylvia’s poem is at the end of the page. Or click HERE for more info

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Among the Narcissi by Sylvia Plath

Spry, wry, and gray as these March sticks,
Percy bows, in his blue peajacket, among the narcissi.
He is recuperating from something on the lung.

The narcissi, too, are bowing to some big thing :
It rattles their stars on the green hill where Percy
Nurses the hardship of his stitches, and walks and walks.

There is a dignity to this; there is a formality-
The flowers vivid as bandages, and the man mending.
They bow and stand : they suffer such attacks!

And the octogenarian loves the little flocks.
He is quite blue; the terrible wind tries his breathing.
The narcissi look up like children, quickly and whitely.

 Thank you for dropping by it has been a wonderful Month



#FolkloreThursday 04 Helen of Troy

Helen & ElecampaneClick the image to enlarge

Helen of Troy

Today is International Women’s Day celebrating women around the world. So for #FolkloreThursday I am sharing my story of ‘Helen of the Fields’. She was quite a woman, although many only know her for the cause of the Trojan War. However, she was so much more.

It is believed that the medicinal plant Elecampane grew from the tears of Helen and is sometimes known as ‘Helen of the Fields’. This story of the plant and my version of Helen’s tale of woe feature in ‘Lost Love in Spring’ by Rose English. Click the image to enlarge.

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Helen of the Fields ~ The Story of Helen of Troy

On the edge of the dry dusty field, below the shade of stately trees, strolls the most beautiful woman in the world. Glistening tears fill soft blue eyes, which slowly spill over the lids leaving a silver trail of moisture on the smooth flawless skin. As each teardrop falls upon the fertile earth, a flower grows up in its place. The golden petals of Elecampane are Helen’s favourite, and resemble the rays of the sun. They evoke mixed memories some good, of her distant happy days of childhood spent with her siblings. As well as some sad, when she was stolen from her family.

 The locals call the flowers ‘Helen of the Field’ after their Queen who wanders the countryside as if lost and alone. How can this be, you may well wonder? The fact is that Helen is no ordinary woman; she is the daughter of Zeus the King of the Gods.

Egg Born Siblings

Helen was destined to be a true beauty from birth. She was conceived after the liaison of her mother Leda with the God Zeus, who had disguised himself as a majestic swan. The union led to a quartet of egg born siblings. Helen and her brother Pollux emerged from the first egg, then brother Castor and sister Clytemnestra from a second egg.

Some believe that the mortal father Tyndareaus must have guessed at the indiscretion of his wife, yet still he loved his children particularly Helen.


Suitors came from far and wide to compete for the hand of the fairest maiden in the land, although some sent messengers, not even attempting to make the journey to Sparta themselves. Because Helen was a rare prize Tyndareaus had all suitors swear an oath, should the princess be abducted, (as she had been previously) then they were to provide military assistance to retrieve her. The distinguished noble men and officers all agreed.

Helen had little, if any, say in choosing her second husband; Menelaus was chosen by her father, because of his political status, wealth and power. Agamemnon, his brother, was already married to Helen’s sister. The two families became very powerful, a force to be reckoned with.

 Helen had no love for Menelaus; she was silently heartbroken that her father had not selected a more handsome man, out of the forty or so heroic and wealthy heirs whom he had entertained in their home. However, she was thankful to her brothers and glad to be back amongst her kin, and was very eager to please Tyndareaus.

Menelaus was a power to contend with, and when he became King of Sparta, Helen his Queen was loved by all. She put on a brave face yet was as before, when abducted by Theseus, she often became sorrowful.

Not long into her marriage Helen fell pregnant and was confined to her rooms, whilst her new husband surrounded himself with rich, powerful friends. He flaunted his wealth and power showing the whole of Sparta exactly who he was. Even staff in his household was numerous, counting amongst them many exotic servants. It was known by all, that he sired two sons by different concubines.

Helen’s Tears & The Plague

In the palace of King Menelaus, Helen had given birth to a daughter. However, the King once again wanted to show his power and hired the best nursemaids and staff to care for the baby, so Helen rarely saw her child. To escape the overwhelming presence of the slaves within the palace, she spent her time wandering the surrounding fields.

When no one was around she allowed her sorrow to spill over. Being the daughter of the King of Gods, Helen’s tears brought forth her beloved flowers, Elecampane. She studied these plants and one day, by chance discovered that the roots had medicinal virtues.

An exceptionally large root was peeking through the fertile soil; Helen knelt down to take a closer look and with her delicate hands she pulled the root up. Curious to see what its structure was like inside she cut the root in half, finding it to be moist and juicy. Lost in her thoughts she was surprised to hear a child’s cry nearby. With hands covered in the essence of the root she turned to discover a young boy sitting at the edge of the field nursing his hand. He had been stung by a bee whilst collecting a flower to take home to his mother. Helen took hold of the child’s hand and the residue of the elecampane root smeared over the wound. His cries died down and he told Helen that the pain had gone. She learned over time the different benefits of using the root to heal.

At last Helen felt she had a purpose. When the plague arrived she used the root to help reduce the fever of patients who had succumbed to the disease. The fluids were of great help in drying out the pestilent pustules.

During this time the King was told by the Oracle to go to Troy to observe a ritual. Whilst Menelaus was there he met Paris, who had had to leave his home country and seek purification, after accidentally killing his friend in a sporting accident. The King invited Paris to his homeland of Sparta, giving Paris his opportunity to fulfil the prophecy from Aphrodite of meeting his future wife.

Love at First Sight

Menelaus was keen to show the Prince how royalty lived and entertained in Sparta, so he invited him to stay in the palace. Although he was a prince by birth, Paris had been brought up in a humble home; riches were of no importance to him.

When Paris set his eyes upon Helen, he knew he had found his promised love. He was shocked to learn that she was the Queen of Sparta and wife to Menelaus but his ardour could not be dampened. The Prince had many opportunities to see Helen and be in her company, as the King had requested that she entertain their guest.

Paris was already handsome, but Aphrodite had bestowed upon him irresistibility, she also sent cupid along to shoot Helen with one of his arrows of love. Soon Helen was also besotted; Paris was unlike any she had met for he was not only handsome but humble. They fell in love but remained chaste, with Paris believing it indecorous to violate the host’s hospitality by sleeping with his wife in the home into which he had been most graciously welcomed.

During the time Menelaus was in Crete for the funeral of his grandfather, Paris asked Helen to leave with him. It was an easy decision to make. Paris had his own ship, so the pair left Sparta immediately. Upon reaching the Port of Gythium, Paris dedicated a sanctuary to Aphrodite to thank her for the assistance she had given him.

When Paris and Helen arrived back in Troy a great feast was prepared, and the beautiful couple were wed. Consummating the marriage must have been pure bliss for Helen as she had only previously lain with aged men, Theseus and then her husband Menelaus.

Helen’s destiny intertwined Troy’s; it was as though she had married the city and its entire population.

The Face That Launched A Thousand Ships

The couple savoured the joy of each other’s company. Meanwhile back in Sparta, Menelaus had returned to find his wife gone, said to have been abducted by his so called guest Paris. Some of his treasure was also missing believed stolen by the Trojan.

The King now called upon all of the suitors who had competed for Helen’s hand and asked them to honour their oath, given to Helen’s father Tyndareaus. They all willingly accepted. One thousand ships were launched, setting sail for Troy in order to bring back their Queen, and the stolen treasures of Sparta. This was the beginning of the Trojan War said to last ten years.

(The saying ‘the face that launched a thousand ships’ came from ‘Doctor Faustus’ a poem written by Christopher Marlowe in 1604.)

Helen’s Death & Immortality

 After the war Helen returned to her Sparta home. For a time Menelaus and Helen reigned happily, but upon his death Megapenthe was made King and the brothers had their revenge. Helen was removed from the throne, and banished from Sparta

Alone, Helen was unsure where to go. Believing she had a friend in Rhodes she eventually made her way there. Polyxo did offer Helen refuge, but turned traitor in revenge for the death of her husband in the Trojan War.

Bathing alone one evening, Helen was set upon by the handmaidens of Polyxo who had been disguised as furies with murderous intentions. The women pulled her from the pool and hung her upon a tree. Afterwards the Rhodians created a sanctuary to the old queen and now worship ‘Helen of the Tree.’

As the daughter of Zeus, Helen was snatched away from the brink of death. She was after all an immortalised human. Helen was taken to live with others of her kind, upon the Elysian Fields and the Isles of the Blessed.

Stories tell of her being reunited with Menelaus who was also elevated to a status of immortalised human. Spartans built a temple to the old King and Queen, offering up sacrifices and worshipping them as Gods.

Helen was also said to have been reunited with her brothers, and together they were sometimes seen upon the earth usually to make something happen or prevent an act. They are mainly known for acting as saviours to sailors.

Ancient poets and scribes would also have us believe that in the afterlife Helen became the wife of Achilles, the most beautiful and the most heroic joined together as one. They were alleged to have lived on the White Island, a place akin to the Elysian Fields, the beloved home of the immortalised Achilles.

Ultimately, Helen had been an instrument of ‘justice’, her father Zeus used her and Paris as pawns to reduce the human population on earth. When her work was finally done he called her to him, and she lived by her father’s side as a Goddess. Helen became known as the protector of adolescent girls and young married women.

 She leaves behind her legacy of ‘Helen of the Field’, Elecampane, the healing Inula Helenium, or wild sunflowers that grew from her many tears.

The End

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#Snowmaggedon UK snowfall the worst I have ever seen.


Early snow in Herefordshire before #SNOWMAGGEDON
Early snow in Herefordshire, BEFORE #SNOWMAGGEDON

#Snowmaggedon UK Herefordshire.

So this week in the UK we have had all types of weather, but mainly snow. Last night it turned progressively worse and Twitter Folk of the UK are now saying ‘The Beast from the East’ & ‘Storm Emma’ are causing a #SNOWMAGGEDON.

I can certainly vouch for that today,  here in Herefordshire in the UK’s West Midlands.

YouTube and #Snowmaggedon in Herefordshire

Shortly after taking this little video, I ventured out onto the country lane where the car promptly got stuck. The snow was powdery and the blustery wind just kept on blowing it over the tracks made by cars that had already passed through.

The snow drifts were almost as high as the hedgerow in parts. I have never seen snow this bad in the UK.

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Needless to say I made it home safely, after digging the car out of the snow. Fortunately I remembered to take my trusty snow shovel.

So if you have had adverse weather conditions in your part of the world I would love to know how you coped.

Thanks for visiting, if you are out and about in bad conditions please BE SAFE!


#FolkloreThursday 03 Roses

The Prophet Mohammed

YouTube #ShareAStory for #WorldBookDay Roses

The Prophet Mohammed & the Yellow Roses

An Arabic tale tells the story of the Prophet Mohammed.

One day, whilst he was away from his wife and taking part in a raging battle, Mohammed was tormented by an idea that she was committing adultery. This played greatly upon his mind, so he consulted with the Archangel Gabriel, who advised him to test his wife, once he returned home after the battle. “When you next see Aisha, whatever she is carrying, tell her to drop it into the river. If she has been faithful then the items will remain the same colour.”

Mohammed returned home weary and battle worn. Aisha approached him with a large bunch of red roses eager to welcome him. She was surprised when he asked her to drop the flowers into the river. As they both looked on, each rose turned to saffron yellow as its petals touched the water, indicating her unfaithfulness.

However, because he loved his wife so much he forgave her, but the yellow rose still to this day, is a symbol of infidelity.

Red & Yellow Rose

‘Rainbows & Roses ~ Poetry & Prose’ by Rose English

‘Rainbows and Roses’ is a delightful selection of whimsical short stories, along with a collection of poetry inspired by memories from childhood, the environment, together with a little bit of fun.


‘One Breath’: a heartfelt story of love and loss.

‘The Symbolism of the Rose’: with some basic history, myths & legends surrounding the ‘Queen of Flowers’.

‘Grandfather Time’: An ancient longcase clock with a spark of magic.

Rainbows & Roses ~ Poetry & Prose by Rose English

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#FolkloreThursday 02 Mistletoe in Spring

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YouTube #ShareAStory for #WorldBookDay ‘Ginevra’


Viscum Album ~ Obstacles to be overcome

Featured in ‘Stars of Earth or Wildflowers of the Months’ By Leigh Page 1868

‘It clingeth, it clingeth, and flourisheth still,
And sucketh the juices, its own veins to fill,
Of the stem which supports it: a parasite bold,
That will never leave go, having once taken hold’.


Mistletoe is a parasitic plant sharing the nutrients of other trees. It will adhere itself to branches often apple trees and its seeds are moved by birds from tree to tree.

The plant flowers in springtime with greenish yellow flowers. White berries are in abundance in the winter.

Mistletoe dates back a long way, the Druids would make a great ceremony of gathering it on New Year’s Morning. The Chief Druid would dress in his white ceremonial robes; he would climb the oak tree and cut the mistletoe with a golden pruning hook. It was bad luck if he should drop any especially if it touched the ground. It was then sold on to people to guard against disease and was used as a preservative against all dangers.

In the 17th century it was worn around the neck to ward off witches and cure all sickness.

For centuries it has been brought into the house at Christmas time to add a little bit of colour and is a favourite with lovers for kissing beneath.

Finally The Mistletoe Bride has been a favourite ghost story told over many years and in several versions.



Featured in ‘Italy a Poem’ 1822 by Samuel Rogers (1763 – 1855)
Believed to be the first version of the ‘Mistletoe Bride’

The tragic story of the ‘Mistletoe Bride’ appears to have its origins in the poem of a beautiful Italian bride named Ginevra meaning ‘White Shadow’ so I did wonder if the tale was created with a ghost story in mind.

Ginevra features in the book ‘Italy a Poem’ first published in 1822 by the English poet Samuel Rogers (1763-1855). He instils upon us the tragedy of the young bride as told to him upon his travels through Italy. He visits a stately home once owned by the Orsini family. There hung upon the wall is the painting of Ginevra in her bridal gown:-

‘Alone it hangs
Over a mouldering heir-loom, its companion,
An oaken-chest, half-eaten by the worm.’

From what he learned, Rogers says the story haunts him still. For Ginevra was an only child much cherished by her Father, she was fifteen when she came to wed her childhood sweetheart Francesco Doria then disappeared.  Day after day they searched but gave up in the end.

Fifty years passed, the new owners upon discovering an old oaken chest decided to move it, the spring broke and the lid sprang open revealing a skeleton inside. All that was left was a wedding ring and a seal with the name Ginevra upon it.

The young bride had Found her grave’. Happy had she been in her game, she had concealed herself within the chest, and then the spring-lock had trapped the bride within her own tomb. This story is still very popular today.

Mistletoe winter

Today’s story features in ‘Lost Love in Spring’ by Rose English which includes an A~Z of Herbal Remedies and a little bit of myths & legends surrounding plants and flowers.

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‘Battle of the Wind’ a poem by Rose English

Battle of the Wind

Battle of the Wind

War torn and battered,
Our soldiers are paraded
For all to see.
Tall and skeletal.

Worn down by the ‘Battle of the Wind’,
Deciduous soldiers seen
In faded uniforms of russet and gold.
While unscathed Officers
Are still adorned in coniferous finery.

Regiments can be seen lined up along roadways,
Or converging upon hills.

Sometimes a lone deciduous warrior,
Stripped of his uniform,
Can be glimpsed –
Struggling to hold his stance
In a vast sea of green.

These are our mighty British Warriors.
They will live through time and season,
Only to be regaled in new finery come spring.
To stand proud and tall
Amongst their regiments,
In true readiness once again
For the ‘Battle of the Wind’.

Copyright © 2016 Rose English


This is one of my most inspired poems. The first one I published online, although I cannot for the life of me find it now. I suppose with so many wonderful writers out there it is very easily lost, tangled up in the world wide web.

It is available along with other poems and short stories in my full colour book ‘Rainbows & Roses ~ Poetry & Prose.’

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