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.....I was doodling today at the Conference during a section of the discussion that seemed to mainly be a proverbial dog chasing its tail. I resisted checking my cell phone for e-mail and Facebook and just started putting words together. A couple of lines that came together suggested a crossover sonnet for the Aelianora Sonnet Story that has been hanging out there for a while.

.....You can definitely tell that it was not done at the same time as the other four sonnets. It is much more 'airy' than the other sonnets. It has some words that don't quite fit. But I'll take it as it was interesting how it just sort of 'put itself together' without a whole lot of conscious beating by me, which is my usual process.

.....I'll keep it and see if I can smooth it out some at some later date like what happened with the fourth sonnet. :-)

.....The new fifth sonnet:

She tames a land of chaos in grasp tight,
Wild nature green with healthy teaming life.
A growth she nurtures with Law gleaming bright.
Her victory a harvest snatched from strife.

The ordered rows of vines and bushy leaves,
Thrum vibrantly in the warm summer heat.
Their chorus in time to a song she weaves.
The words she teaches with fresh water meet.

High notes are taken by goats prancing near.
Low notes are felt in waves from Mother Earth.
A gathering that sustains through the year.
A world she rules to capture Life's birth.

She holds a magic protecting from harm.
All who do thrive on her life-giving farm.

.....Which fits into the fabric of the story as follows:

When her clear sweet call rings out through the air,
A drumbeat rolls across the grassy field.
As goats greet mistress fair with milk so rare,
White gold great treasure from all her friends yield.

Soft silken nectar made warm in the flame.
Ambrosia will condense in many curds.
Withdrawn are waters motion quick to tame.
Wild drink as once was now in gathered herds.

The cloth of gold now wraps the wheel with love.
That is enshrined in her home of deep rest.
Long sleep is watched, signs of hope from above.
Brought forth in celebration when age crest.

From Capra sisters joyful gifts they give.
The nourishment a luscious way to live.

She tames a land of chaos in grasp tight,
Wild nature green with healthy teaming life.
A growth she nurtures with Law gleaming bright.
Her victory a harvest snatched from strife.

The ordered rows of vines and bushy leaves,
Thrum vibrantly in the warm summer heat.
Their chorus in time to a song she weaves.
The words she teaches with fresh water meet.

High notes are taken by goats prancing near.
Low notes are felt in waves from Mother Earth.
A gathering that sustains through the year.
A world she rules to capture Life's birth.

She holds a magic protecting from harm.
All who do thrive on her life-giving farm.

The intricate fiber paths will hold fast.
They find the choices made in cloth tills.
Our seamstress grips the intuitions cast.
And guides blades to arrange life as she wills.

Before her lies the scattered complex shapes.
The geomancy she will read for all.
And pieces rise to cover as she drapes.
To be assembled for the needful call.

A metal sliver holds thread fiber dear.
Cloth of great work is given flame of life.
Two lives are led as finer thread draws near.
Embellishing all cloth with beauty rife.

The endless tapestry dense with its law.
She tames with skill and needles steel which gnaw.

The evil, Ignorance, thrives as foe dark.
Insidious coils smother Learning's flame.
Our warrior of thought with spear will mark.
A guide on human's quest to find his name.

She moves forth with inquisitive mind bright.
Through sources obscure she researches deep.
Dark knowledge made clear by Athena's light.
Announcing to all learning she does reap.

The sharing of skills and fruits of her mind.
She eagerly shows what she can to all.
Her lectures thrill and make more of her kind,
And produce works of mastery most tall.

Her passion is for beauty in all things.
Both of the mind and of the hand all sings.

She stands in support with stern vigilance.
Her evidence of knowledge held on high.
Her voice a call of truth in jubilance,
For all to her bright scholar's light draw nigh.

In tall companionship with Laurel peers.
Her fearsome powers of research at hand.
A mentor strong dispelling all their fears.
A strike on ignorance she will demand.

Her Kingdom to protect she'll ever strive,
Defending with all her ability.
In beauty strong from her fingers do thrive,
As from her mind keen credibility.

This lady holds a torch of learning bright.
As she's proclaimed by Crown in Laurel rite.

.....Five is a good round number, but I'm getting the feeling I'm not quite done with this story just yet. The ending looks pretty good to me. But the beginning transitions still need some work. So at least one more is coming, if not two, at some point. :-)

.....Aaron / Arontius.
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