Arontius of Bygelswade

.....I'd forgotten that I logged into Boingo from Chicago about a year ago. It helpfully connected me to the Internet right away when I opened up the laptop. After charging me $6.95 before I realized what I was doing. Sigh! First thing to remember when signing on to Boingo for the first time. Don't let it do the automatic connect.

.....Two and a half hour layover in Chicago. I prefer waiting for a flight rather than running for the connector though, so am not complaining. Lets me get this poetry thing out of my head and collected somewhere so as not to forget it.

.....I wrote some poetry for a Snapdragon and a Bumblebee scroll a while back now. It was in a Chaucerian style, almost Dr. Suess in its rhyming. I thought they were kind of cool verses when written. But have found out since that they are not universally liked. A scribal person who didn't know that it was me who had written them was complaining about having to calligraph the words not liked on a scroll so painstakingly designed. Talk about an ego blow! But I asked for it and accepted it as criticism from which to improve.

.....I wish I were more talented in that department, as I like reading poetry. But as in most things of the artistic nature, if I ever want to be even marginally readable I'm going to have to work my rear end off. It's not something that comes naturally or easily, like most things come to TBT. That natural artistic ability constantly astonishes me.

.....No, I view myself more along the lines of Bilbo at the Hall of Fire in Rivendell. What I write is 'not really good enough to be recited here', but 'my friends indulge me'. :-)

.....Was thinking of Huginn and Muninn, the Ravens of Odin. I haven't seen 'Thor' yet, and would like to. But am a little hesitant as I'm a mythos junkie and don't want my high idealism slaughtered carelessly. :-) So I have to be in the right frame of mind to sit down for the movie.

.....I'm not sure that Norse mythology is quite right for sonnetry either. But what the heck. :-)

With cries of challenge Thought makes his way,
Heroic deeds and sadness in his wake.
Chaotic winds this raven flies through day,
On his commanding will they're his to take.

Dark Memory glidea silently aloft,
With sensitive touch he collects tales vast.
The streams of time in his flighted wings waft,
The fables of men speak things of the past.

With arms held wide, Life's Tree will welcome home.
His branches strong in their embrace of love.
Its life's blood nourishing them from rich loam.
Prepared for their next journey day above.

The Father of All listens to their tale.
Earth's keeping is his and he must not fail.

.....Maybe I ought to start actually collecting all these things together. They actually might start sounding better if I spent some quality time in polishing them.

.....But then again, you actually need the time to do that in the first place. :-)

.....Sigh! Missing TBT and wishing she could have traveled with me. I think she would have had fun exploring Indiana.

.....Aaron / Arontius.