Today’s theme for #FolkloreThursday is Birds and my favourite is the tale of how the Nightingale could not sing until he fell in love with the Rose. (Click the image to enlarge)
The Nightingale & the Rose (An Arabic Legend)
It is told that long ago, the Nightingale could not sing, he simply chirped and squawked. Then one day, he saw a beautiful white rose with whom he fell instantly in love.
From that day forth he was inspired to sing and it is believed that the flower would only open from her bud when she heard the Nightingale ‘s song.
The pair were so in love that one day the Nightingale became so enamoured he grasped the white rose to his breast. He held her so tightly that a thorn pierced his heart. His blood coloured the rose, turning her white petals red , and so she would stay for the rest of her days.
My version of this little tale features in ‘Rainbows & Roses ~ Poetry & Prose’ Rose English (click the image to enlarge)
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LOVE IN TIMES OF WAR
So I have started putting together a couple of little teasers for my seasonal short story. Here are two to start your day.
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So today I am sharing with you one of my saddest memories. It’s in the form of a little poem to go into my forth coming book ‘Rainbows & Roses – Poetry & Prose’. The book will be dedicated to my father.
I Wish I Could Remember …
I wish I could remember
how you bounced me on your knee,
and lifted me up high, to touch the sky
when I was three.
I wish I could remember
the sound of laughter sweet.
Especially when together
sparkling, shining eyes would meet.
I wish I could remember,
when we walked upon the sand.
We paddled in the water,
While you gently held my hand.
But all that I remember
is a smoky grey dull day,
and images in photographs
before God, stole you, away.
Now the angels share your smile, instead of me.
Mini me with Mum & Dad February 1961
In memory of my father
Istvan Ferenc S’ari (Died 17th June 1966)
My father was stolen away from us in a mining accident when my brother, sister & I were mere babes. We count ourselves very lucky that mum is a very strong and independent lady and managed to bring us up alone with very little support. We have a very strong family bond and although we all live far apart, we are always there for each other.
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Today in the UK is a celebration not just for mothers, but for all the women of the world. Women with love in their hearts, who help us nurture the world.
They need not have children, they could be the carers of family and friends. The carers of pets. The artists who create and bring images to life. Maybe an author who gives words life and lifts them off the page and into our world. Gardeners who assist the greatest mother of all Mother Nature. All woman around the world deserve our thanks, so here is mine.
Happy Mothering Sunday one and all. Have a wonderful day and keep smiling 🙂