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Cloven Hoofs & Ancient Heroes

22 February, 2019

above clouded skies

his cloven hoofs step boldly

in gaps between stars

this silvered constellation

haunting my dreams, my nightmares

© Freya Pickard 2019

Haldron, Brennain’s son, Hero of Battles

Fleeing the rout on the far red fields,

Slaying a chieftain, a Spear Thane sacred,

Pursued by the perilous dwarrows …

© Freya Pickard 2019

Both these poems are excerpts from my recently published book of poetry – My Mythology. If you prefer to read poetry on the page, this volume is included within my anthology, This Is Me.

You can watch the video about My Mythology at YouTube! And if you like video-poetry, check out Alien Watching and Compost Ghoul – both of which appear in this book!

Available at Amazon US, Amazon UK, Apple, Nook, Kobo and other online stores.

© Freya Pickard 2019

 

Recovering

11 May, 2018
absorbed in crafting
words and weaving sentences
I forget the time
emptied of emotion
hollow heart blank
stone ventricles
a desire to feel
yearning for the positive
dreaming of sensation
I am recovering

© Freya Pickard 2018
This is an excerpt from my soon-to-be-published anthology “This Is Me”.

Another extract from Vintrig’s Throne …

20 February, 2018
Isu Magan, Queen of Vintrig’s Kingdom is in love with Sama Conn; but she is forbidden to marry. After the crowning ceremony and celebrations, Isu and Sama steal some time alone in the Library but are rudely interupted by Sergeant Aurik …
Aurik attacked, trying to chop the torch in two. But the wood had been treated and his arms jarred as he smote the wooden length. Sama counterattacked and Aurik had to duck and spin aside to avoid the flaming head. Against her will, Isu was impressed at how agile Aurik was. Sama waded in, not waiting for the sergeant to recover, and forced him back towards the opposite doorway. Both men were breathing heavily and sweat glistened red in the ruddy light.

Then it seemed that Sama changed tactic and step by step retreated towards Isu. Her heart laboured in her chest. Was he injured? Aurik smiled slowly as Sama retreated, wielding his torch in imitation of a sword. The sergeant winked and leered over Sama’s shoulder at Isu. She felt her cheeks redden and looked around for something to defend herself with.
Abruptly Sama came to a halt, a good way from the wall.
“Tired out, singer?” Aurik sneered.
Blade and torch wove through the air with neither man giving ground. A movement in the doorway across the room caught her eye. Remembering what Aurik had said about Jya and his servants, she screamed.
The sound of her cry caught Aurik off guard and he span round as Sama fell to the floor and rolled over. Out of the darkness, a silver blade gleamed and sped towards the sergeant. Isu couldn’t see who was standing in the doorway and opened her mouth for another scream. The scream came, but not from Isu. The silver blade embedded itself in Aurik’s sword arm …
The above is a short extract from my newest novel, Vintrig’s Throne, available at Amazon UK, Amazon US, Kobo, Barnes&Noble and iTunes. Find out what’s gone before and what happens next by purchasing the book today! Not convinced yet? Take a look at my short teaser film about it at YouTube
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© Freya Pickard 2018

Green Darkness

9 January, 2018
I stand at the border of the forest, amidst grasping root and snaking vine. And I listen. I can hear you snuffling in the green darkness. Your breath sucks in and blows out. In my mind’s eye I can see the moist cavity of your lungs ballooning and deflating. A breeze scratches among the leaves and I freeze. Your snorting ceases. The deep shadows become still. A scrabble of earth, the ripping of vines and you, the Animal, are gone.

I wait until daylight when sunlight dapples the forest floor. I hear you roar, greeting the new day and I search for you. Following your razor-like tracks in the leaf mould, I walk beneath tall trees and beside rushing rivers. Would your sharp claws embrace me if I met you?
Your heavy stench drifts upon the close air. My nostrils flare in revulsion even as I strain eagerly forwards to catch a glimpse of you. But the forest glade is empty. I stand at the edge. Your scent pulses around me. I know you are there. My eyes examine every plant, every pattern of light and shade. You are too well concealed. The pattern of your fur blends with the dappled shadows …
This is a short extract from my most recent publication; Xmas @ Camelot II, available at Amazon UK, Amazon US, Kobo, Barnes&Noble and iTunes. It’s a collection of 10 short stories about Choices, Transitions, Shape-Shifting and Virtual Reality! Check out my video at YouTube.
Currently available as an e-book, I will release a paperback version once I’ve published a few more volumes of Dragonscale Diffusions!
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© Freya Pickard 2018

An extract from Vintrig’s Throne

21 November, 2017
Isu Magan, Queen of Vintrig’s Kingdom has been found guilty of a crime she has not committed. Her Counsellor pronounces the death sentence upon her and she is dragged to the block …
The floor suddenly impacted with her knees and she was jolted back into her body, feeling the pain in her legs and ankles. Dach tied her wrists behind her with a length of rope. The sound of metal on metal dispersed the ringing in her ears and brought her attention back to the headsman’s block. Hunter stood to her right, head covered in a black hood, his empty eyes glittering as he looked down on her. The long-handled axe of execution leant against his legs. It had been made in the image of the axe lost at Queen Ruath’s beheading, she recalled unemotionally. She wondered if this axe would remain embedded in the block once it had struck off her head. Dach placed a length of soft, black cloth around her eyes and as he tied the knot at the back of her head, terror consumed her.

She was going to die. But she couldn’t die. She was immortal and immortals could not die. Was she really immortal? The Truths she had experienced earlier in the day seemed far away and ethereal. Doubts flocked within her. Once she was dead, what happened then? Was it sleep and darkness? Or was it torment and agony as was hinted at in her worst nightmares? Her body began to shake uncontrollably and she felt tears coursing down her face. Dach’s rough hand forced her to bow over the stone, forced her forehead to rest upon the cold surface. How could it be so cold, she asked herself, when it was close to the fires? It was at that moment that she knew for certain she was not immortal. She feared death and she feared dying. If she had been immortal she would have laughed in Jya’s face. But Jya had lied about her immortality, just as he had lied about many other things.
She heard Hunter spitting on his hands before he took hold of the axe shaft for the killing blow. Images flashed into her mind: her nurse laughing and telling her tales of the old days, Helmgar cutting down an Eastern trader who had dared to touch her hand, Minah humming softly while she sewed, Blodig swearing eternal love for her beneath a star-filled sky, and Sama laughing and smiling, his blue eyes showing his love for her.
Hunter’s leather garments creaked as he picked up the axe. Isu heard the whoosh of air as he raised the instrument of execution above his head. She tensed herself, fearing pain from the blade as it cut through skin and bone. All she could think of was darkness and death; what was it like on the other side? The uncontrollable trembling ceased, replaced by a dull nausea. Hunter inhaled. Isu swallowed hard.
“Stay!” A voice called that made her heart pound painfully. “I invoke the Law of Substitution.”
The above is a short extract from my newest novel, Vintrig’s Throne, available at Amazon UK, Amazon US, Kobo, Barnes&Noble and iTunes. Find out what’s gone before and what happens next by purchasing the book today! Not convinced yet? Take a look at my short teaser film about it at YouTube
Currently available as an e-book, the paperback will be released in 2018.
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© Freya Pickard 2017

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