From the sword in the stone and the round table of Camelot to stories of knights on quests and courtly romance, Arthurian legend is filled with symbols and repeating themes of courage, honor, and growth in Christian virtue. The medieval poem Sir Gawain and the Green Knight is no exception, containing many symbols and Arthurian …
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Chapter One: The Bard Chapter Two: The Mountain Chapter Three: The Cave Chapter Four: The Prophesy Chapter Five: The Nymph When Homer woke the next morning, he went in search of the young boy who lived nearby and who would often be his eyes and run his errands. “Tell me, lad, have you heard of a …
Chapter One: The Bard Chapter Two: The Mountain Chapter Three: The Cave Chapter Four: The Prophesy Homer found himself under a tree, at the mouth of a different cave and understood his prayer had been granted. He rose to his feet stiffly and called out into the cave, “Oenone, nymph of this mountain, I have a …
Chapter One: The Bard Chapter Two: The Mountain Chapter Three: The Cave “When I began, I led you to believe that this was a mere story or a fragment of truth from the mists of the past that had never reached the ears of this land. Heed me closely now, though, for I tell you earnestly …
Chapter One: The Bard Chapter Two: The Mountain The firelight flickered to life under Paris’ skilled hands. As it grew in strength, it danced shadows upon Paris’ noble features and cast a mountain of crags upon Homer’s own wrinkled face—a pair of contrasts, young past and ancient future, untested youth and wizened age. “There are …
Staring at a blank piece of paper is perhaps the hardest part of the creative process. One of the benefits, yet pitfalls, of digital design or writing is that you can easily erase your work and start over. There isn’t even a crumpled wad of paper on the desk or in the wastebasket to remind …
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Green trees and grass blew where sand and scrub had been, and Homer saw that he was on a mountain. In the distance, water glinted, and the sky above was rising dawn-rosy and red. There would be rain soon. The wind was becoming gustier and the sky darker in the west, juxtaposing the growing daylight …
“Rage—Muses, recount the rage of Achilles, Thetis’ son—deadly, ill-fated, that cost countless lives, casting to Hades’ house so many stalwart souls, great fighters’ souls, that made their bodies carrion for the circling birds.” An aged man sat, blind eyes on the bloody flames of a fire, as his audience watched his story come to life …
First, a footprint, dry and crumbly,Soon effaced by winds which whisk theParched brown grass that shoots up, waving,By the fence above the tidemark. Then, an indent, wet and clay-like,Soon dissolved by waves that wash aLong dark strip of sand to mark aNo-man’s-land twixt sea and seashore. Last, a deep pit, soft and slipping,Soon melted by …
Why am I sentimental about this threadbare sheet? Because it’s been with me for twenty years, almost my entire life, through thick and thin (now quite thin). I know it’s on the verge of tearing, and it’s transparent in the middle swath. No holes yet, but I know it’s coming, and in the threadbare spots, …
