The Aspiring Bard

I re-discovered this blog,  The Inkpen Authoress , wherein the authoress, Rachel, hosts a monthly event called  Chatterbox . Basically, she posts a writing prompt at the beginning of each month, and anyone who feels so inclined may take her prompt and run with it. This month's prompt was Pyrotechnics , which, you might be interested to know, is defined as:  1 . a firework display. the art of making or displaying fireworks. noun:  pyrotechnics 2 . a brilliant performance or display of a specified skill. A fascinating subject, I'm sure you'd agree. I used the opportunity to explore a little bit further into some of the history and customs of a culture that I've created for a novel-in-progress. The Namir are even more enthusiastic about fire and explosions than I am, so it felt like a good fit.  source And So Let Us  Always  Burn    "My  hafeed, Nuhad, has done well by hi...

Let waves come in And wash away  The sadness from your soul, And salt winds comb The world-dust from your hair; Renew your jaded sight  And find The wonder everywhere. 

Mutely stands the evidence Of words: A notebook, pen, A tea-stained mug or two And sofa cushions lightly Flung aside. So lonely with the ghosts Of laughter past.