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18 September, 2021

A HUGE thank you to Luna for publishing my poem, Mist, at her Poetry Bar!

What do you think of it?

It’s one of the short form poems I wrote to celebrate the launch of Uneasy Allies. You can find more of them on Facebook and several more will be published in the next few weeks on this blog too!

Don’t forget to download your copy of Uneasy Allies before 24th September whilst it’s still priced at 99p / 99c!

Incredible world building and amazing characters who travel through it. This is traditional fantasy as its best! Jiri on Goodreads

Butterfly Cinquain 5

16 August, 2016
trees softened by
both rain and emerging
leaf. The landscape undulates and
sways in
a green-touched prevailing wind from
the south. Yellow- green now
are the spiky
butterfly cinquain © Freya Pickard 2016

Butterfly Cinquain 4

10 August, 2016
beads of
moisture on blade
of grass, scent of dampness
permeates the misty air, rain –
drops fall,
soft and mild on earth and leaf, as
these April showers drift
in on the south-
west wind.
butterfly cinquain © Freya Pickard 2016

Being – 83

11 June, 2015
powder blue horizon, trees and folds of hills rinsed in mist
© Freya Pickard 2015

Wednesday Words – Chapter Eight

21 May, 2014
The children fell silent and I turned my head to bring them into view. One boy held a sparkling jewel aloft. The girls were silent, covering their mouths with their hands. The other boy’s eyes were wide with fear and he was making motions to hide the stone. Tygar snorted and tossed his mane. I glanced to the east and realised the birds had stopped singing. A wind had risen and was tossing the branches of the trees in the forest. The mist around the mountain had disappeared and something was hurtling towards me. Something huge, something that blurred the air around it. Something dull red with smoke streaming from its nose. Tygar reared up, nearly unseating me. He screamed a challenge to the airborne monster as I grabbed the reins and caught the peeler as it dropped towards the ground. I heard running feet behind me but they were running away from me. I was the Dragon Slayer and I was on my own…
This is an excerpt from Chapter Eight of my novel Dragonscale Leggings
You can read an excerpt from Chapter Nine at a previous Wednesday Words blog.
Visit My Books to watch the video and find out more about this novel!.
© Freya Pickard 2014

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