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823 · Oct 2017
You Were...
Lyn-Purcell Oct 2017
~ ❤️ ~
A unique soul who shone amidst
bleeding roses and crying lilies.
~ ❤️ ~
One who blurred the line between
realism and divinity.
~ ❤️ ~
One who had a golden nimbus,
two wistful blue pools, and carnal lips.
~ ❤️ ~
A woman intact with her inner child.
~ ❤️ ~
A mirror who shone even with all the
cracks shown.
~ ❤️ ~
An iconic image, underestimated and
manipulated.
~ ❤️ ~
An angel who fought off all your demons
and in your death, never fell from grace.
~ ❤️ ~
A dreamer who held and achieved her dreams.
A dream in lace, a poison in place.
~ ❤️ ~
Greatly loved to this day.
For every little girl is a walking star.
Poem dedicated to Marilyn Monroe. I just finished watching Gentlemen Prefer Blondes. She was charming from start to finish...
A soul as beautiful and strong as she was tragic.
RIP Marilyn Monroe
822 · Sep 2020
Pandia
Lyn-Purcell Sep 2020

Dew bejewels snow skin
Lounge under the cypress tree
Where the air is fresh


New day, new haiku!
Slowly getting there today. Thank you to all who sent me kind comments, I really appreciate it! Truly, they are lights that make the days better by far.
Free verses are still in the works too.

This haiku is for Pandia, a minor goddess of sorts. Said to be the daughter of Selene and Zeus. In some myths, Pandia is a epithet for Selene herself. Again, theres not much on her at all but still. Even the most minor of goddesses should get some love, right?

Anyway, thank you all for growing followers, I'm forever humbled and grateful for the support 🙏🌹💜
Here's the link for the growing collection:
https://hellopoetry.com/collection/132853/the-women-of-myth/
Be back tomorrow with another one!
Please take care of yoursels and stay safe! RIP to Chadwick again 💔
Much love,
Lyn 💜
819 · Jun 2020
Chime
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2020
Bells sing at death's dance
Cloak of galaxies vapors
A scythe of petals
Just a short haiku I wrote based on a dream I had
of a sword with charms and bells.
Tommorow, I'll be dropping a third letter of my six part letter series!
It was so sad for me to write, but it will add another layer to the growing story
Heres a link to the three that I have written already:
The Screen [Intro]: https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2667918/the-screen/
Meihua's Message: https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2681085/meihuas-message/
Yuyan's Message: https://hellopoetry.com/poem/3919420/yuyans-message/
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2020
╰⊰✿´ℒ♡ⓥℯ'✿⊱╮
Treat of rich, airy goodness
Lacquered with butter
Flaky crust, honey comb core
Golden brown crescent
With honey or jam
Taste of nuts
Crunch!
╰⊰✿⊱╮
Twenty-seventh Epulaeryu! ^-^
Who doesn't love a good croissant on their downtime?
Just a sweet classic treat, especially when its fresh out the oven
I especially love it with a spoonful of honey, though having it with jam is great too!
Br back with more soon!
Much love,
Lyn ***
811 · Jun 2018
Cascades
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
I sit on the rock under the mist
                of warm sea-pink spray

The sunrise casts its golden beams
               over the hills near and far

      Before meeting the murmuring
       cascades of rosy enchantment
More Sijos on nature, hope you like it!
Working on more Lanterns, too and they will lean more on the fantastical side!
I love doing these, I swear!
Be back soon!
811 · May 2018
Lesson Learned #87
Lyn-Purcell May 2018
Good things fall apart which
makes room for the
better.
Something I've learned about relationships - platonic and romantic.
I've had alot of fallouts with 'good' people only to be paired with FAR better ones.
These things do take time. For a long time, I was paranoid about who I can/can't trust (tbh, I still am. It's not something you quickly get over) but hey, I've made better friends in a long run and they sure as hell aren't toxic!

Be back soon!
(A goal of mine is to get my Lessons Learned collection up to 100 at least!)

Lyn x
808 · Aug 2020
Danaë
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2020

Prophecy foretold
When golden rain meets her womb,
a hero shall rise


New day, new haiku!
This one is for Danaë, the mother of Perseus, one of the greatest heroes of Greek Myth.

Long in short, her father, King Acrisius was visited the Oracle of Delphi due to not having any sons and wanted to know if it will change in the future. It was not to be as the Oracle prophecized that the King will die at the hands of his daughter's sons. Hoping to avoid this, he imprisisoned his beautiful daughter in a tower of brass [it was either that, a tower of bronze or chamber of bronze depending on the myth].

It was a prison of great fineries befitting her regal right, but a prison none the less. There were no windows or doors. Of course, Zeus saw her and desired her as she was a great beauty and through a tiny crack of the ceiling, became a shower of golden rain, impregnating her. When her father found out, she had already given birth to Perseus. And of course, he didnt believe the story behind his conception either. Furious by the child, and fearful of the prophecy [as well as stirring the god's wrath should he harm his own kin], he sealed his daughter and grandson in a wooden box and cast them into the turbulent sea. By Poseidon's hands, the chest eventually arrived safely to Seriphos, ruled by Polydectes. And the king's brother, Dictys, found them, took them in and raised him as his own. And well, the rest is history, I guess! ^-^
I've always liked Danaë and frankly, the story of her father can be condensed into a quote by Oogway, "One often meets his destiny on the road he takes to avoid it." This quote can apply to other myths too so it's really apt. I played around with the haiku with this quote in mind!

Anyway, thank you all for growing followers, I'm forever humbled and grateful for the support🙏🌹💜
Here's the link for the growing collection:
https://hellopoetry.com/collection/132853/the-women-of-myth/
Be back tomorrow with another one!
Much love,
Lyn 💜
805 · Jul 2017
Gaze
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2017
My body may be here,
but my mind is always in the
stratosphere.
Where I can truly remain a child.
I can be anything and everything.
A ballet dancer
A power ranger
A samurai
A sailor scout
An avatar
A mangaka
A proud otaku
Everything that makes me, well, me.
I don't wear smiles because
my mind smiles for me all the time.
And physically smiling would drain me.
I'm usually cautious with optimism anyway.
As anxious as I am about life,
I'm not unhappy.
Not everyone has the energy to smile
day in and day out.
Well, there are some people.
Needless to say, I'm not one of them.
The world endlessly talks, shouts and screams
I'm surrounded by people who acknowledge or
forget their reasons
on why they breathe.
It encourages me, to be honest...
So I remain silent.
More thoughts for the day...
798 · Aug 2018
Nymphs #2
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2018
With lavender and blossom wreathed
in their loose wavy curls
Part 2 of 3
^-^
Lyn ***
794 · Aug 2018
The Queen's Lanterns
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2018
My                                
scarlet                                
      flags capture                                   
the  light  of  the                              
moon                              
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                             They
                            flap with
                             immense pride
                              I can't help but
                            watch
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                                                                ­                         sitting  
                                                                ­                           on the sill    
                                                                ­                      My quill dipped in
                                                              ­                        ink
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                           ­                 The
                                            ­  stars     are
                                               S P A R K L I N G
                                            and    it    brings­    me
                                              joy
        ­                                  ⭐
                             ­       m
                                      y
                ­                              ⭐
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                                                         l
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will soon rise                                
and   carry   my                                
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                                      So
                  ­                     many
                                          storms brewed
                                        and  grew  in   my
                                        mind
                 ­                      ⭐
                                                s
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                                             a
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now I'm                         
hoping that                          
my fingers speak                          
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                                                                ­            the far
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                                                              ­               my Kingdom is
                                                              ­                snow
                                            ­                                  ⭐
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                                                               ­                                       n
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                                                               ­                                          ⭐

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                                            night but my
                                           chamber has rich
                                         hues
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                                                            ­            l
                                                   ­                              ⭐

My                                                
F E L L O W                                              
Kings and Queens                                              
of      near­    and      far                                                
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                  Queen is
                      S O  A N X I O U S
                     but excited
                  for
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And so returns my Lynterns! ^.^
I'm so **** anxious about my media interview, it's in three days...
But I'm also super excited!
I'm just a bottle of nerves lol!
Hope everyone is having a good day/night! ^.^
Lyn ***
793 · Jul 2017
Umbra Witch
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2017
A woman stands strong and sensuous and proud
Her mind a fractured mirror cloaked in fog
Shard by shard
The bayonet finds her way, following the sweet scent of the ****** rose
Wielding her Scarborough Fair
The sass of Parsley
The wisdoms of Sage
The touch of Rosemary
The passage of Thyme

The woman
Born of the dark side of the moon
With powers untold
Able to twist and bend the spindles of shadows and time
Fair-skinned
Lips full and glazed with cardinal sin
Slick locks of ebony
A perfumed 500 year blur
With the night's lunar charm that twinkles in her eye
And butterflies that swoon for their Madama
She
The blood child born of the union of the sun and moon
The black sheep of the dark arts
Is one with the most beloved of Umbran treasures
Is the sweetest cherry with a long-forgotten radiant smile,
A harsh destiny
Who looks to the left side of the moon for the upcoming chaos.
Based on one of my favorite games, Bayonetta. This is a poem I wrote in my journal today also!
Lyn-Purcell Sep 2018
~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
"My Lady, you need to have a break."
"I can't afford to have one."
"Yes you can," Ainhara insists. "And
you will."
Lyn arches a brow. "Last time I checked,
I'm the queen here."

~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
Ainhara chuckles, "You are, My Lady,
and we are your most trusted friends
and handmaids. And as your friends,
we're telling you to have a break! And
I know the perfect thing to do. Esshi,
bring out the common garbs."

~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
Esshi looks at Ainhara confused before
realisation hits her and she runs to the
Queen's closet.
"Ainhara, what do you have planned?"
Ainhara looks at her Queen's confused
face and with a cheeky wink and smiles
says, "Your freedom!"
And finally, part 10!
What better way to end this than with a cliffhanger? ;P
Because of the hours of my course, I won't be able to
update this series for a few days.
I'll be posting shorter poems, but I'm only doing my course 4 days a week
and I will let everyone know when I'm about to continue this story.
Thank you so much, I truly hope you're enjoying this series as much as I am!
This story has nearly done!
Be back soon! Wish me luck for tomorrow!
Lyn ***
^^
791 · Sep 2018
Stu-Day #3
Lyn-Purcell Sep 2018
Knowledge still growing
Man, social media has
alot of power
Third day down! We learned more about Social Media today. Man, it was a long day. I have a trip tomorrow and after that, my first week is over! ^^
Lyn ***
790 · Jun 2018
Will to Slay
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
We all need to find the will
to slay the green-eyed dragon,
who is deluded by the idea
of keeping that sweet song
for his ears alone.

Selfish in not wanting
to share the flame
of love.
Be wary about the ones who are jealous of you.
Their potential to harm is dangerously high.
They'll always be eager to take you down.

Be back soon
788 · Jul 2017
Truth of The Prison
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2017
The darkest prison
Shackles you to the worst fear
How people see you

So you do it all
You try to please everyone
At the cost of one

Finding happiness
You lose yourself in that fear
In prison's shadows
Some more haikus from my journal. Have you ever been one of those people to give up your own happiness just to please those around you? Easy to fall into, difficult to get out of...
787 · Jul 2018
Bitter
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2018
Your buds are crushed
beneath my feet
I will trod upon your
tales, tails and lies
786 · Aug 2020
Echidna
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2020

Fire in nymph's eyes
Hips sway with star-studded scales
As lips feast on flesh


New day, new haiku!
Still not 100% but slowly but surely I'm getting there.
This haiku is for Echidna, also known as the Mother of Monsters, and one of the deadliest mythical creatures around. She is the wife of Typhon, a Storm Giant, and (depending on the myth) is daughter of Tartatus and Gaea or Phorys and Ceto.

She is known to have the upper body of a beautiful woman and the tail of a reptile. She became known as the Mother of Monsters because she birthed some of the most legendary Greek creatures, such as the Gorgons, the Chimera, Scylla, the Sphinx, the Nemean Lion and many more.

As terrible and powerful as she is, I find there to be a certain level of charm also. I wanted to picture a woman who is fiery, terrible, powerful and yet seductive and I hope I did so in this haiku.

Anyway, thank you all for growing followers, I'm forever humbled and grateful for the support 🙏🌹💜
Here's the link for the growing collection:
https://hellopoetry.com/collection/132853/the-women-of-myth/
Be back tomorrow with another one!
Much love,
Lyn 💜
772 · Jul 2020
Hedone
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2020

Sheer silks rise and fall
Pleasure wrapped in dulcet tones
Joy beads down her brow


This haiku is dedicated to Hedone, the Goddess of Pleasure.
Other than her being the daughter of Cupid and Psyche, there isnt much on her either. Pleasure has many connotations, mich like her own name also so what better way than to play around with it!
These haikus sure are fun to do!
Here's the link for the growing collection:
https://hellopoetry.com/collection/132853/the-women-of-myth/
Be back tomorrow with another one!
Much love,
Lyn 💜
771 · Jul 2018
Close
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2018
Feeling excited
Holding my breath due to joy
I'm close to my dream
Eeeeee!
I'm starting my media course next week! Just got the call that they want me there! EEEEEEEEEE!!!! ^-^
Can't wait to start!
Lyn ***
770 · Aug 2020
Rhea
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2020

Gentle gardener
Heart screams when her fruits are plucked
Hope comes bolting by


New day, new haiku!
Yesterday, I just suddenly felt so weak and exhausted so I couldnt post this. I'm feeling a little better though but still so weak...
This one is for the Titaness, Rhea, the Great Mother, Queen of Heaven and wife of Kronos.
The haiku is alluding to Zeus' birth story and his eventual take down of his father.
You see, Kronos too was told a prophecy that one of his offspring would replace him. So every time he and Rhea had a child, he swallowed them.
I've seen the paintings for this depictions and...all I can say is wow really.
Just wow.
Rhea, mortified and sick of this, wanted to at least enjoy the fruits of motherhood so when she gave birth to Zeus, she his him in a cave and put a rock in baby clothes. Kronos didnt notice at first and just swallowed it and in a variant myth, he was raised in the cave and another said he was sent to Crete.
This situation is much the borth of Perseus with Danaë, and yet again another case of meeting ones destiny in desperation to avoid it,
Anyway, thank you all for growing followers, I'm forever humbled and grateful for the support 🙏🌹💜
Here's the link for the growing collection:
https://hellopoetry.com/collection/132853/the-women-of-myth/
Be back tomorrow with another one!
Much love,
Lyn 💜
769 · Jun 2018
Spring
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
Change of my yonder
Spring's kiss embraces me so
Swans glide on still ponds
Watching swans gliding by is really relaxing!
Be back soon!
Lyn ***
766 · Jun 2018
Cornflower
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
I see you there, little cornflower
As blue as the everlasting summer days
Kissed and rained on by the galaxy's tears
An elegant dancer as a bird's wings
You are button on the bachelor's breast
One that is watered by affection
This one is an very old poem of mine, when I was rather obsessed with cornflowers. I don't know what it is specifically about them but I love them!
Thanks again for the support everyone!
Be back soon!
Lyn ***
Lyn-Purcell Sep 2018
EᔕᔕᕼI
~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
"Just browsing," Nyl says, softening
her voice. "Do you have any Puhan
notepads by any chance? They make
the best notepads. Oh, and some
ink-sticks? The smaller ones."

~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
Michael chuckles, "You and my wife
would get along well, Nyl. You're in
luck! A new shipment came in from
Puhan today!" Michael smiles. "They're
on the upper levels."

~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
Her handmaids can tell she is smiling
under her veil. With shining eyes, Nyl
skips up the steps and admires the books.
Esshi and Ainhara follow behind her.
"Honey!" The three women turn to see
a slender shadow of a woman from the
far corner of the room. " I've taken the
Puhan inventory. Just the Luciuscemi
carvings to do! Oh." She turns head to
face Lyn, Esshi and Ainhara.

~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
When she walks out of the shadows,
she smiles. She was in a long beige
dress, her hair in a low ponytail and
simple brown shoes. "Hello!"
"I was just talking about you, Bree."
His wife raises a brow. "Oh really?"
"He says that you too are a lover
of Puhan's ink-sticks and notepads."
Nyl beams.
^-^
Lyn ***
762 · Jul 2018
Walk
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2018
I have lost count of how many times
                        that I have felt so alone

Being on the Earth and walking through
                             its diverse marketplace

And yet, I find me with a different face
                               in another life walk
Another day, another form of poetry! Today's form - a Sijo!
Just pouring my thoughts and heart out in a different way.
Funny how I can find myself in other people in all walks of life.
Thanks!
Lyn ***
759 · Oct 2020
Valley
Lyn-Purcell Oct 2020
Days of vespertine
Where stars bathe within valleys
Before they shine bright
Mini haiku! Feeling somewhat better compared to yesterday. But I know I have alot to work on and alot of things I need to unlearn.
Im gonna make a list of things I need to do for the coming year, such as courses and all.
I want to finally be able to trust myself again.
So that way I can shine purely, without shame, guilt for fear.
Ill be back again soon with more everyone.
Please stay safe and well.
Much love,
Lyn xxxx
752 · Aug 2018
Shade (10W)
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2018
Dappled light forms such wonders
in the shade of hyacinth.
752 · Aug 2018
Tea (20W)
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2018
In this life, some flavours are guaranteed to go stale.
Just know, your taste will only evolve
when you do.
Learn from your mistakes and pick better in life. Always!
To those who read my 'Jasmine Pearls' poem, thank you so much!
I had a lot of fun (and stress) writing it, and all about tea, too!
Be back soon, loves!
Lyn ***
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2020
╰⊰✿´ℒ♡ⓥℯ'✿⊱╮
Golden, flaky, butter crust
Peeled bramley apples
Cored, sliced, sprinkle sugar, salt
Kiss of cinnamon
Flour and lemon
Flute edges
Bake!
╰⊰✿⊱╮
Twenty-fifth Epulaeryu! ^-^
Yes, my sweet tooth returns with a vengeance! ;)
Been a while since I did one of these!
The Pâtisserie collection continues!
Much love,
Lyn ***
731 · Jul 2018
Palms (10W)
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2018
In harsh nature's palms, she
still had weddings in her
eyes
728 · Sep 2020
Thalassa
Lyn-Purcell Sep 2020

Body of the sea
All life swims about her womb
Don't lash her fury


New day, new haiku!
Still not feeling so great but I want to keep writing. I apologise for the inactivity.
I'm working on some free verses too. I'll let you all know when it's about to drop.
This haiku is for Thalassa, the primordial goddess of the seas.
She gave birth to the Telkhines, the four sea gods. They were also said to be warlocks and blacksmiths as well. Thalia was also the mother of the sea-nymph, Halia. This goddess was said to personify the very Mediterranean Sea and was a figure in Aesop's stories.

Being that her 'body is the sea', this poem is a reference to motherhood as well. For in her womb, various types of life, known and unknown.
And we as human begins defile her body with *******...
So sad...

Anyway, thank you all for growing followers, I'm forever humbled and grateful for the support 🙏🌹💜
Here's the link for the growing collection:
https://hellopoetry.com/collection/132853/the-women-of-myth/
Be back tomorrow with another one!
Please take care of yoursels and stay safe!
Much love,
Lyn 💜
722 · Sep 2018
Queen's Quill
Lyn-Purcell Sep 2018


Each line, each word, each though is
ink floods with passion, pressure,
praise and pain


^,^
720 · Jul 2020
Circe
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2020

Swathed in cloth of gold
Strokes for wolf and lions tamed
Charm him with her cups


You know what time it is! Another haiku ^-^
Thanks again for all the love and support! I saw Hekate was trending for a while, im really grateful! 🙏
Todays haiku follows another woman of myth, the Enchantress Circe, another woman I adore.
Ive read so many myths about her as well as Madeline Miller's novel, Circe (a fantastic read and adaptation of her story - her writing is impeccable. A definite recommend!)
Her role in the Odyssey I've always found somewhat charming, as charismatic as enigmatic as Hekate in a way. And I always try to be playful when conveying sensuousness also hehe!
Thanks again everyone, it truly himbles me to see people enjoying this series! 🙏💜
Here's the link for the growing collection:
https://hellopoetry.com/collection/132853/the-women-of-myth/
Be back tomorrow with another one!
Much love,
Lyn 💜
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2018
She glides through this life
gowned and glowing in
white

In her hand, a candle with
a golden flame that never
dies

And she spotted me on the
beach with a branch in my
hand

As I was drawing my scars
in the sea-kissed sands. It
was

then that I felt behind me
a tender heat, so I turned
and

met her gaze. The scars I
drew in the sand healed.
Under

my feet, a path of glass
marble that when kissed
by
the sunlight, became a
rainbow. She beckoned
me

to follow her to which I
did and we ventured through
sky, land and sea

She spoke so gently
She smiled so kindly
Her words had so much
worth with such little
cost

My sorrowed heart was halved
My joy seemed to double
And then she said she had
to go.

But she smiled and said that
she was never far behind,
and if ever in doubt, I should
look to the sky

I'll see her star and feel her gaze
And I would always end up with
a smiling face.

Handing me her undead candle,
she floated away and I would never
forget that day.

She saw me a someone who
could heal and touch many lives
And like the talent in me,
it will never die

Now watching the dying sun,
by the beach, I turn my face
to the empty seat.

No, I shouldn't say empty.
So it is sweet to smile and
meet the angel that burns
with a kind heat
This poem is a tribute to Sue, who wrote a delightful kind poem for me called the 'angel with a broken wing'. I really cried at how beautiful it was so here is my poem to her to thank her.
Please follow Sue, she writes so elegantly and she's such a friendly soul too!
Here is the link to her page: https://hellopoetry.com/u712779/
Thank you so much, Sue!
Have a blessed day, everyone!
Lyn ***
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2018
~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~
Yet, I admit, feel a tad uninspired.
So I gently wave my hand towards
two handmaids. Essha, a musician
uses her nimble fingers to play the
Harp with other, Semui who plays
the flute, together creating a true
aurelian tune.

~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~
There is so much ahead that my eyes
can see. Rings of still, clear waters
around the green hills of near and
far. Guards patrolling the high walls
of my borders, Knights riding horses
into my people's town. How it warms
me to see them all smiling and laughing,
going about their daily business.

~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~
A brethren of sweet lilies in the
vase shyly bob their heads, pouting
their rosy lips which I gently stroke.
Violets coiled around the bare feet of
the caryatids, and pots of bluebells
and dahlias by my own slippered
feet.

~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~
My star-kissed diadem, though
resting on my curls, is caressed by
the light as I turn my face towards
the horizon. Deer dance in the shade
of pure green, leaping over the silver
streams, that murmur tales and
secrets they hold within.

~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~
And by the docks of my Aurelinaea,
are many argosies with wooden
bellies and creamy sails with many
imports; of silks and velvets, satins
and eiderdown; apricots and apples,
plums and peaches, honeys, jams,
syrups and jellies from fruits and
flowers to heaps of sugars and spices,
make-up, jewels, flower-bulbs and
perfumes.

~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~
And my personal favourites - a great
assemblage of teas; herbal and cream,
drinks and oils as well as an assortment
of old tomes, Analects and books. I have
a dream that mine own library would
rival the fabled one of the once great
Alexandria.
~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~
Part two of my Jasmine Pearls free verse! ^-^
Lyn ***
713 · Jun 2018
Lesson Learned #104
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
Success can be a double edged sword.
You worked hard, are at the top
and yet, people hate you.
Why can't we enjoy
success without
the need of
envy?
Haters will hate. But the people of the past will work harder to destroy you.
I wish people would push others, not tear people down.
There's room for everyone, right? Or is it just me being naive?
Just wishful thinking?
I don't know.
Be back soon.
Lyn ***
Lyn-Purcell Sep 2018
EᔕᔕᕼI
~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
Esshi and Ainhara look around the
shop. Thankfully, it is just them.
'One less thing to worry about...' Esshi
sighs as she looks at Ainhara, the
concern in her eyes is clear.

~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
"Shh!" Lyn waves her hand and stops
them from bowing. "Please don't
bow. And don't call me Your Grace,
either." Bree and Michael stand straight.
"Please, I just want to temporarily
escape and enjoy the day."

~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
"Of course, your secret is safe with
us, Your High- I mean... Nyl..."
Michael says and they nod.
"It's a honour to have you here.
You and your handmaidens."
Bree says, eyes shining.

~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
"The honour is ours!" Esshi says.
"If you would be so kind to-"
"Not inform anyone? We won't."
Michael promises them with a
reassuring smile. "But I will say
that we are glad to see that you
are well, my lady."

~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
"Thank you." Lyn sighs. "Ainhara."
Her handmaid digs into the basket
and brings out some gold coins
and a few gems. "Here. Please
accept this. Also know that I will
send a few gifts your way for
keeping my secret."
"You are far too kind, Nyl."
Bree teases.
I know, it's kinda dull.
Hopefully I'll feel more inspired in the next week!
Hugs!
Lyn ***
708 · Jun 2018
Song
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
The calmest ventures
You can't silence a bird's song
They sing of success
You can't silence a bird's song!
Another pun of my name - Lyn - Lin - Linette bird!
Even though I do feel low at times, I can't let it stop me of singing of my own success.
You guys contribute to me feeling more confident!
Love you!
Be back soon!
Lyn ***
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
Tomorrow is a new day unwritten

The next page of           my           own book of life

As I hold up my ink pen,                            you meet me there?

At the midpoint betwixt                  lumen days and umbra nights

As the world is itself,                                 made of evenfall rides into

the veil of grey.                                         Let the songs sing high,

and sorrow sing                                         low but be so sweet

that I'll feel                                           you in my soul

I await you on                                       the  bridge,

Kissing-sweet                                so come
  
and meet me                          there
This poem is based on a dream I had.
I guess reading a romance fanfic of one of my OTPs before bed paid off!
Thanks everyone so much for the kindness and the support!

Be back soon!
Lyn ***
703 · Jun 2020
Divenire
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2020

Fingers work lightly
Holding breath ahead of time
Farming of today

Planning of futures
Nature's grasp now look for more
Sun shines so brightly

So greatly humbled
The future will need me more
than my own past would


Another beautiful day today!
Here I am at work listening to Ludovico Einaudi's 'Divienire' track on repeat. I listened to it on the way and will do so throughout my shift.
His music makes me feel so reflective, so emotional.
And slowly, I am learning to forgive myself for all my past mistakes, as much as I lament on them.
I know my future needs me more than my past ever would.
It's hard, but I'm getting there...
Slowly but surely.
So Amanda, this one's for you! Thank you so much for everything 😊💜🌹

Divenire translates into 'to become / becoming' I believe which is fitting.
I have so many plans in the works. I will do my best to turn up as the person I dream of being in this life.

For those who want to hear the track, here is the link:  https://youtu.be/b8SkX9CSJQo
Please do listen, it's well worth it! Easily one of my favourite composers to date! I discovered him by accident but it was well worth it!

Have a lovely day everyone!
Stay safe and well!
Much love,
Lyn 💜

(P.S, I will be starting and resuming some of my old collections and I have a new one in the works, I'm just doing extensive research for now.
I feel so inspired! Alot of ink will spill soon!)
701 · Aug 2020
Demeter
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2020

Horn of plenty spills
Bread and wine sustains all man
She holds up the torch


New day, new haiku!
Not feeling 100% today...
Such a sad day overall in truth 😔 RIP to Chadwick Boseman, T'Challa of Wakanda. My heart is so broken, my condolences to his family 💔🙏
The coming week Im gonna see a doctor too. I hope that goes well.
Now, for the usual daily haiku!
This one is for Demeter, mother of Persephone, daughter of Kronos and Rhea and Goddess of Agriculture, but also health and marriage as well.

Of course, she is known for being apart of her daughter's myth. She fretted so much when Persephone was taken to the underworld. She was also known to be a grain mother for humans. The horn of plenty aka the cornucopia is one of her symbols as well as the torch hence they are referred in the haiku. The motherly figure who always gives and provides. Its very fitting, isnt it? A light in the darkness. A hope in the fear and dread.

Anyway, thank you all for growing followers, I'm forever humbled and grateful for the support 🙏🌹💜
Here's the link for the growing collection:
https://hellopoetry.com/collection/132853/the-women-of-myth/
Be back tomorrow with another one!
Please take care of yoursels and stay safe! RIP to Chadwick again 😭💔
Much love,
Lyn 💜
700 · Oct 2020
Days
Lyn-Purcell Oct 2020
☁️

Today's yesterday
Becomes many yesterdays
Flow like lifetimes past

☁️

Leaving me adrift
As my heart now sprouts its wings
Yet cannot take flight

☁️

Cuddled close by dreams
All I want I wish to be
Then the feathers falls

☁️

Tomorrow echoes
As I reach to grasp its call
I fear the days past

☁️

For dry ink can haunt
Feathers plucked by every taunt
Sleepless heart weeps raw

☁️

Am I of the light
Am I worthy of the heights
or worth a twinkle

☁️

My heart on my lap
Mind abed on sea of grass
As I count the days


☁️
Mini haiku story...
It's one hell of a bad habit, being lost in my own head, my thoughts.
The years have gone by, and I find myself wishing more for a reset button.
Yet, I also wish to learn how to forgive oneself.
Theres so much I want to do, so much I want to prove to myself that I am capable of. I pray that the coming year will be one of deeper self reflection with the goals I have in mind...
I so wish to be a talented poetess for writing has been there for me through thick and thin.
The more I fall in love and improve, the more my heart aches...
I gotta keep moving forwards though
I cant die and not try, not yet,
Not yet...

Be back soon with more poems, thank you everyone for all the love and support, really.
Stay safe and well.
Much love,
Lyn ***
699 · Jul 2020
Woven
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2020

Love is a woven dichotomy

The sweetest of fruits and most merciless of storms

On the heart of each palm, pain-salted tears

we all have, share and hold

Under the and sun-kissed days

and moon-soul nights

We choose to maintain our stories

while fighting against the tyranny of life

and its harsh game of glass chess

For which none of us can truly escape

but play to soon become skilled against

Strife's master

So with scarred skin and wounded hearts,

We trudge through rings of Hell

for the mere test of Heaven on Earth



The ever beautiful dichotomy of love is something I always tend to ponder...
Stay safe and well, everyone!
Much love,
Lyn x
698 · Aug 2020
Eukleia
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2020

Pure as baby's breath
Veils be blessed with good repute
when two becomes one


New day, new haiku!
Feeling better today, too, slowly but surely!
As promised, I'm moving onto the daughters of Hephaestus and Aglaia [aka Kharis, one of the three Charites] and the first woman of myth is Eukleia [aka Eucleia], who is a goddess of good repute and glory.

There isn't much on her per say, but she is linked with Artemis. Sometimes, people take Eukleia for Artemis. Well, that's what Plutarch did anyway.
Like her mother and aunts, she was known to be an attendant for Aphrodite as well as representing the good repute of a pure bride.

Baby's breath is known to symbolise innocence, which links in with a beautiful bride in white and I always like to think that Eukleia blesses the veils of every bride before they walk down the aisle.
I wanted to paint the image of a final blessing for a woman before she walks down the aisle to be one with her other half.

Anyway, thank you all for growing followers, I'm forever humbled and grateful for the support 🙏🌹💜
Here's the link for the growing collection:
https://hellopoetry.com/collection/132853/the-women-of-myth/
Be back tomorrow with another one!
Much love,
Lyn 💜
698 · Aug 2020
For Cessna
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2020

Integrity is a virtue that is a choice to learn and uphold,
Not something that we are born with


I shouldve posted this back in July but here we are...
This is something that has been weighing on my heart really...
I've honestly made strides to be a better person with better integrity in life.
I have made alot of mistakes in my life...
And there are times where I dont even feel worthy or deserving to be wordsmith. As much as I practice my craft, I always feel like I truly dont deserve the blessings I have when I think of past mistakes.
As I get older, it's really dawned on me the magnitude of my bad choices.
And I do want to work towards being a better individual.
I really fear the day where one of my bad choices will cost me all I love dearly, because now I truly understand and appreciative the writing craft as well as art in general. I've vowed to start again, I'm reading and relearning from the greats and more artists what it means to be an artist.
This one is for you, Cessna.
I made such an injustice towards you and no words can express my deepest sorrows. But know that I own up to my mistakes, my bad choice and i have learned from the very beginning again. I'm becoming more relentless in studying the written word.
I truly want to begin again...
I may not deserve such forgiveness but I wanted to make it know at least.
I'm truly sorry.
I'll keep working on myself and keep moving forward.
697 · Sep 2018
Lost
Lyn-Purcell Sep 2018


~
I hold the quill,
I have the ink and yet,
nothing seems to flow.
My mind, a blank canvas.
My heart, a startled bird.
My soul, a dying furnace.
No words to share
I am lost.
~


Feeling so stressed. Haven't written anything in a few days!
I don't like it when this happens...
Lyn ***
689 · Jul 2018
Tower
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2018
Moon shines with wisdom
Happy thoughts within this mind
The stars, my lanterns
Queen Lyn is looking at the stars from her chamber, with high hopes for the future after her achievements today!
Lyn ***
689 · Jun 2020
Wake
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2020
Bird flies over trees
Wait for me around my mind
Dreams rise without fear
Nothing like listening to the song of birdsong!
One step at a time.
One step at a time
Much love,
Lyn 💜
687 · Dec 2020
Flit
Lyn-Purcell Dec 2020

Starlight on my palm
Peel back the light and you'll see
the scared soul beneath



Worthy of a shard
Of the greatness I've longed dreamed
A loose thread blown far



Pain tugs at my seams
As I am merely adrift
In one grand design



On vespertine days
I pick loose feathers to weave
Wings to fly so free


Annd I'm back!
This year really is something, I'll say that much.
Still feeling lost and out of place but slightly better.
I just wish I could fully calm the tempest of my mind, but one has to keep moving forward.

I hope everyone stays safe and well!
Have a wonderful Christmas Eve all, and a great Christmas!

Much love and airhugs,
Kind regards,

Lyn x
687 · Aug 2018
Janus (10W)
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2018
The enemy is the opposite,
but they operate the
same.
Keep your eye on the true light.
Lyn x
685 · Jun 2018
Lost
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
I walk with lost hope
Hugs and love forgotten fast
Flowers wave troubled
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