Gears of a Proposition are in motion
Dear Reader,
Last week ended the last of the blog series, which I’ve titled, ‘Therapy.’ For a slight change of pace, I’m now proposing the rejuvenating of my first project titled, Crow & Soul. I had first undertaken this project when I first started writing and, though it has merit, it’s due for a complete rewrite.
What I am proposing is this; to take Crow & Soul as it currently is, and update to fit the structural storyline of the novel that I’m currently working on. But stating it in this way, I feel, is an understatement of what I intend to do. For the next couple of blogs, I plan to document the steps I take in the preparation and rewriting of Crow & Soul. Furthermore, I’ll attempt to write in a way that I’ve done once before for a particular poem/song that took place between Old Man and Lady Fair:
My darling child, the love of my life
I mourn the day, I snatched from you
That what was not mine to take
Your mother, my wife long dead
Rolls in the grave at the mere thought
Of your innocent blood spilt, still unrevenged
She looked at him, her emotions betraying the silence that had bound her together for so long, and thus she replied
Father, Father, I forgive you, as I had done many a year ago
Yet this quest of revenge for my sake, do not seek
The price that I had paid
The price that you had paid
Are they not recorded in the past
Are they not recorded in the age-stained historic pages
Of the Crow and Soul
Go back from whence you came, let sleeping dogs lie
Old Man sighed, My darling daughter, I would if I could
But our way is blocked. The only way, is this way
I take it, as time has passed, you have donned another name
And yet your passionate forgiveness remains the same.
This quest I undertake is not my own, nor is it one of revenge
Certain events have taken place, leaving my traveling companion
Far from the home that he seeks. That is the quest we undertake.
Lady Fair replies: Father of mine, you speak with half-truths
Yes, you do intend to get The Man of Disease, back to his time
But your heart is also set on revenge against the Crow
Father please, for me: Let it go.
I know you, though. I know you all too well. You will not let it be
And so with saddened heart, I give you my name, given to me
By the One Who Saves. He told me all about you.
That I was to aid you in the quest entrusted to you,
By the Wizard Brothers, his not- so- trusted servants
Lady Fair, blood sucker of rainbow bears, is my name,
Though to you, I’ll always be known as daughter.
. Let us leave now, this way of discussion. For time flies, when it’s
Of the essence. Look to Nosos, your companion as I discuss
These things my sisters.
As the reader may as well know, this poem was featured in the recent blog series, except it was the Old Man and Danny (he played the role of Lady Fair). I feel that this task will be a challenge, but one I eagerly accept. For without difficultly one doesn’t grow, one doesn’t learn.
Dear readers, as I undertake this journey, I offer for you to take it with me. Either as fellow writers, or in your own special way.
Sincerely,
Richard M Polk
