Fairfax And Cloves

Yes it has been eons since I have written on here.
Yes I have been busy.
Yes, I truly am sorry. But this season is so busy for us all, that I feel a bit better about my excuses! ;)
Would you all like to read my short-story, "A Tale of Fairfax and Cloves"? I wrote it for Sarah last year, but it has undergone absolutely *no* editing, so do forgive it. If you would like to read it, please leave a comment below preferably before the Christmas season is entirely over (since it's a Christmas tale) and I'll post it! :) Meanwhile, I'll do some touching up on it! :) ~Rachel

Inkpen Poetry Day: When The Holly's In The Red

“When The Holly’s In the Red”
By Rachel H.

When the holly’s in the red
And the pine is in the green,
When the mornings all are frosty,
In a brilliant silver sheen
Then I love to go a’ walking
Rambling here and there, quite slow,
Plucking greenery and berries;
Wishing for a Christmas snow

When the holly’s in the red
And the pine is in the green
Then my heart is singing blithely
In agreement with the scene.
And I bring a bit of color
To my home from out-of-doors:
Sprays of pine and sprigs of holly
Glimpse of Yuletide during chores.

When the holly’s in the red
And the pine is in the green
I read novels by the fire-
Sweetest setting I have seen-
And the woodsy fragrance follows
As I make my way to bed;
When the pine is in the green
And the holly’s in the red.

"As Unto The Bow"

I really must apologize for the lack of posting on this blog. I have been really busy with our life recently, and in the writing world, with the critique group, so those are my really weak excuses. But I promise I won't quit with this blog! Please keep reading, and leave comments with ideas to make it better! Tell me what you like, and what you think I should change! I'll need lots of advice! :) Now, I know awhile back, I wrote that I don't like un-rhyming poetry, there is at least one exception, and I really do love this poem:

"As Unto The Bow"
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
As unto the bow the cord is,
So unto the man is woman:
Though she bends him, she obeys him;
Though she draws him, yet she follows;
Useless each without the other.

What do you think? Like it? What improvements can I add to this blog? Would you like another contest? Let me know ASAP! Thanks a lot! :) ~Rachel