my poem's mythology

courage      sounding the third note of our Summer

having courage to release honest affirmations and prayers

There is a mythology story that tells of Holly being the carrier of our prayers that returns with the blessings, love, light and abundance that serves what we deserve.

Bards have shared stories of the spirit of Tinne the Holly lifting us from melancholy by removing darkness from our thoughts and allowing light to shine through.

Some ancient stories compare how through winter the Holly tree shows off its green during the time when the nearby oak is without leaves ... but in summer it hides behind the abundance of the oak's leaves.

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my Tinne the Holly story poem explained ...

Sometimes, I deliberately add a few lines from classic poets into my story poems, not as an act of plagiarism but to honour something they have written.

In this story poems I have included some lines from King Henry VIII of England. I did this in response to finding myself attempting to write this story poem in Tudor times poet style. Why I did this, I am still not sure.

Through the first verse of this poem I am curious about what visions will come to me from my mindfulness of the Holly. This verse was written as a doodle. It took awhile for the rest of the words and verses to flow from me to complete this.

What eventualy came to me was a realization that I had been working alone for awhile trying to achieve my own goals and dreams and it was time for me to lighten up, and share some fun time with other people.

To wrap up my time of solitude I let go of my goals and prayers. I let the Holly inspire the delivery of them to that unseen place where dreams are received and enhanced.

Through this story poem I remind how the Holly tree is seen at its best through winter, a time when leaves of other trees are not there to hide it. I suggest that perhaps, like the Holly, we should be more seen in winter too, and by doing so it prevents melancholy infecting us.

I feel that when we are without melancholy no wind can harm or chill us, and no cold people can hold us back. We just continue to be jolly.

The last four verses of this story poem celebrate having fun together, and they also intertwine with lines written by Henry VIII.

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