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Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
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Being human, we all
have that ability to hurt,
harm and ****
Life and death are powers
in all our tongues
and you don't seem to
get that what you say
has weight
Once you think your
words, know what
to day and don't
You never know what
demons each person
faces
Yes, they may smile
but your cruel words
adds to their pain
adds to them corroding
on the inside
They may be dancing
near the edge with
death talking in
their ear and you
may be the give
them that final push
They will take death
by the hand with
their faith in human
kindness crushed
People want to live
but many just survive
Don't make anyone
feel numb or more
dead inside
I'm feeling really reflective this morning.
People don't seem to get that words have weight and can destroy a life.
Be careful what you say and who you say it to.
Depression, anxiety, loneliness, suicidal
These feelings are no joke.
I felt like I had to write this.
I'm not an angel, I'm a sinner like everyone else. I have said things I should not have said. I have done things I should not have done. I'm no better than anyone else. But I've learned. Who I was at 13 or 18 is not the same person I am at 23. As I age physically, I age mentally.
Please to anyone who feels low, know you are loved. Please get help. People will strike you down but never let it destroy you.
Never ever underestimate the power of human kindness.
Be back soon.
Lyn ***
Lyn-Purcell May 2018
Let eternity dance on the soul of our lips
Let two become one in a star-studded
kiss.
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2018
Sitting on the window sill of my Chamber,
in a state of dwam.

Zephyrs dance; opened letters on my cherry-wood
gilt-of-gold desk.

News of new Kings and Queens reach my ears;
and I smile, so grateful.
Oh my fricking gosh! 163 FOLLOWERS!
EEEEEEEE!!!!!
Thank you so so much!
Really, I'm grateful!
Man, this is so insane!
My kingdom's growing by the day! ^-^
This is a dream come true!
^-^
Lyn-Purcell May 2018
In
the case of
being between the
Devil and the deep blue sea
I'd rather see red than have
a blackened
soul
How colours speak their own language...
Lyn-Purcell May 2018
Upon an oak
boat

I float on the sea
like a petal

swilling down
sun-kissed liquor

the gentle waves
rocking the boat

cleaning my
hanging feet

the kind winds
so cooling

The fingers of
light caress me

seemingly flirting
with my skin

The skies dawn
into a shade of blue

bright, clear and true
With closed eyes

I hear the whispers
of the sea's secrets

as my oak and I
wash up on shore

my feet meet the
sand first and then

my buttocks
the water strokes the

stones and the
belly of the oak

crashing back to make
sand angels with

the firewater in hand
I sigh close my

eyes and open my
mind to the magic

that is under the
golden sun
A poem based on a lucid dream I just had.
With so much chaos around, I wish I had the luxury to sail away and forget all my troubles.

Be back soon!
Lyn x
Lyn-Purcell May 2018
~ °•° ~

See that no day is absent of grace
with many hands making
a burden light

~°•°~
How many of the world's issues could be solved if we all worked together to make it a better place, instead of a rotten one?

Be back soon!
Lyn x
Lyn-Purcell May 2018
Your life is a diary.
Each day is a page.
Memory is the pen.
So write your
own story.
I've been surfing the nostalgic wave lately.
I forgot how beautiful 'Diary' is by Alicia Keys.
That was my jam, and it still is!
When music still had beauty and meaning, man.
The feels are real!
Be back soon!
Lyn x
Lyn-Purcell May 2018
Let my heart become
your crown.
Treasure your other half's heart, always.
Lyn-Purcell May 2018
A deep wish of mine
                           is to thrive and grow in a world
                                                           ­       where the sky bends and walks the earth
                                                           ­        Where the sea turns to foam from a
                                   harp made of clouds

                                                         ­   To have all of you in me and all of me in you
                                                             ­          Our synced hearts beating loud and proud

Unbetrayed        
Unafraid                    
And most of all                              

Unswayed.
A deep wish that I do have in my heart.
A wish I fear may never come true...
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2020

Days upon months and
months upon years
I keep to false smiles while on
the palms of sadness
Bathing in remorse,
I wish to be cleansed
and raise with integrity,
climb with dedication
and smile with compassion


🌹
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2020

Here I am, my love
How I long for you...
My heart may break from constant yearning as the memories of our love
sweeten the air like petals in flight
My hopes lay adrift upon the pools below
For I know with the rise of first light, the sun in your smile will embraced me yet again
The whisper of your name calls a kismet
forged by the hands of Heaven
I pray it is never broken
Your face is carved on my very beating heart
Rainfall in my heart, is soft and sweet yet misted by strife
Please find me and guide me
Never leave me,
           Kaguya


I apologise for any typos, still as sick as a dog...(curse my weak immune system)
But despite it, I wanted to write something.
I suppose an upside me being unwell is that I really get in touch with my emotions, haha!
I dont know why but the myth of Kaguya came into mind here...
So in a way, I am continually the women of myth series! Ill defo get back to writing more once I recover.
Thank you so so much for 364 followers!
If I havent seen you message, I apologise, please give me some time.
Be back soon with more.
Much love,
Lyn 💜
Lyn-Purcell Oct 2020
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Against the black of the sky, her ******* lay
Stars swirl and twirl about the poetry of her snow-skin
Rose lips part in joy as the seas in her eyes play
On her heart of palms, her light has a shadowed twin

◦•☽✶☾•◦

Stars swirl and twirl about the poetry of her snow-skin
As she bathes herself in a Milky Way's core
On her heart of palms, her light has a shadowed twin
A musk rose-scented beauty which she does all she can to ignore

◦•☽✶☾•◦

As she bathes herself in a Milky Way's core
Starlight whispers lullabies to still her fearful heart
A musk rose-scented beauty which she does all she can to ignore
With eyes downcast, she knew that she was broken from the very start

◦•☽✶☾•◦

Starlight whispers lullabies to still her fearful heart
Her locks a weeping rose willow over a mystic lagoon
With eyes downcast, she knew that she was broken from the very start
We may not see but we sense her pain, the light of the very moon

◦•☽✶☾•◦
One of those days but what can you do?
It's strange how a piece of music can perfectly capture your feelings without words. Clair De Lune just suddenly played and I was just...surprised.
As if the universe knew how I was feeling. I always appreciated such beautiful piano pieces but this, in my current state of mind, made me love it's beauty all the more.

I just wrote this pantoum poem as it played...
I'm still extending my list so hopefully, I will start them up real soon too!
Thanks so much, everyone.
Please stay safe and well!
Be back soon!
Much love,
Lyn ***
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2020

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I stir as the sun grazes the lines of my face
The heart beats fast, a wardrum in its cage
The song of
doom boom doom echoes,
the pain spins on its lace
But I know that I'll move forward,
For I'll flower, not stay the same

~

I woke up, still lost in a state of introspection I was in yesterday. Its really easy for me to be lost in my own head but despite it, I try to keep on focusing on the positive.
Much love, light and blessings,
Stay safe everyone
Lyn 💜🙏
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2020

I merely express my rioted mind
A forest of thoughts and loves
screams and fears,
angels and demons that run rampant
Leaving no part of me unmarred
For I am too aware of all around me
With eyes that speak more than they say
I may not say it but I miss nothing
Perhaps if I were stupid, I would be much happier

My heart is a torrent
Can I no be soothed by a coat of dew and a kiss of rain
I merely a woman who wishes to live and not survive
To be recognised but not seen
To contribute to a craft that I so truly love
For I only am one and have one life to live
For all the things I lack in this life,
Physical beauty
Total confidence
A pure conscience

But my fire is there to keep me warm from world's chaos

I sincerely hope that my many mistakes
will not overshadow my passions
For now, I truly understand the power
of artistic expression and integrity
And I feel as I do not deserve to even
tread the path of those I have admired all
these years and have been immortalised in mind...

I truly do not want to be false, a fraud, a fake
But more then ever, I want to be free...
Never will I take the power of the pen for granted again
For writing may be the is the one true
thing that shows the best part of me...


An entry I wrote in my diary yesterday before bed.
I find that I'm my most emotional and vulnerable at night,
It's so easy to be lost in my own head.
Lyn 💜🌹
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2017
Practice your craft as if your life depends on it.
Persist to overcome all that comes your way.
Passion will be your fuel. Don't let the flame die from life's water.
And when it's your time to shine,
perform like failure is non-existant
Keep your eye on the ball. Always.
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2018
In the shade of green
Past orchids and blossoms
are roses in bloom

Duties getting hard
But I know I will succeed
My mind remains calm

Studies nearly done
I have learned and overcome
No longer a bud

A bright horizon
Though feeling stressed, I'm smiling
My Kingdom will grow

In the shade of green
Hushing winds bring me birdsongs
As I pick the rose

My diadem glitters
New knowledge now grows in mind
A bud no longer
Influenced by Edmund's poem, 'just like a rose.'
Editing is stresssssssss! But we are nearly done! So excited!
Then the Queen can come back and her Kingdom will thrive!
Be back soon!
Lyn xxxx
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2018
There will never be any bad blood
between those who're marred
by the same
pain
Another one for Vicki.
Those who've been through similar pain have a bond.
Lyn x
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
How easy it is for one's mind to change
from jumps and joy
to a hollow
shell

Disappointed

No
sadness
just a place I go
in mind where I walk in and
turn the **** to block noise with noise
The noise of my mind conquers the noise of my body

Disappointment travels in and out my ears
Never to stop or dock
If I let it dock,
then my bubble pops
And just like that, my mood has changed.
Great (!) And I was real excited and amped.
I'll block out noise with noise. My inner noise that is. One people underestimate and tell me to 'get over'.
When I feel hollow, I kinda shut down physically. Everything goes blank. There's not tears only blankness and a quiet bubble for the noisy thoughts I have.
Oh well, tomorrow is another day. And the day after is my birthday.
Things will get better, hopefully.
Anyway. More Sijo and Lantern poems will be uploaded soon enough.
Have a good night everyone!
Be back soon!
Lyn
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2018
This is a game called life,
a game I never asked to play
a game that I felt like I would always lose
because so much has happened
more bad than good
which left me feeling weary
A young body with an old mind
Though it does come from my depression
though it does come from my anxiety
though it does comes from my fears
I have to say, I've always felt different
in how I see the world.
It truly is in the palm of the wicked
Something I've always known
But unlike most games,
there is no map,
there is no cheat code
Once you go forward,
you can't go back
Life is a game we can't restart
And I feel like a failure
The one who laments on her mistakes
The one who wishes that she could begin again
And though she knows she can't, the one who
wishes not to die but fade away...
But then it hit me one day,
for me to play, I need to love my
own reflection.
I need to know who I am at my core
I need to remember that any change I
want to come in my life
the stability I yearn for
the career I dream of
the happiness I want to feel
the love the little girl in me believes in
All of that I want to come
I know starts with my first step
I search and search but I do
see
the true reflection
that shines within me
A reflective poem on how I feel...
I know the first step of love is to love yourself and I struggle with that.
I know if  I am ever to amount to anything in life,
The first step is to embrace who I am, all of who I am.
Thanks everyone!
Love you!
Be back soon!
Lyn ***
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2020

Milk maid with gold crown
Rose-tinted cheeks glow with warmth
Smiles with loving grace


New day, new haiku!
I'm feeling alot better today, thankfully!
I'm going to be working on the Charites now.
The three goddesses of beauty, grace, joy, dance and song and I'm starting with Aglaia, who was also known as Kharis, and she was the wife of Hephaestus. She brought him much joy, splendor and glory (which is what her name translates to) and bore him children after the whole Ares-Aphrodite incident.

She gave birth to four more Charites with Hephaestus which I will write about about the main three are done. The Charites are depicted as beautiful naked women , I've seen alot of art and I remember seeing an ivory story of them in a museum with some friends. They truly were gorgeous to behold.

I truly believe Aglaia is good for Hephaestus, he deserves some love and warm, and I wanted to show that in the 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 💜
Lyn-Purcell Nov 2017
Imagine seeing a silvery blade dancing to the music of death.
Marred by the poetry of blood
A trumpet to the cries of war
But it also reflects the wielder.
When looking at it, you can see yourself.
But in my eyes, I can see the steel's heart.
As it's in your hand, preparing to protect, it's polished until it shines like luna wildfire.
In the end, I believe the true beauty of a katana comes not from the hilt or engravings, but from the steel.
How many songs has it sang in our battles, can you imagine...?
A katana's beauty comes from the polished steel as it's shines so brightly
with victorious prayers.
This poem is dedicated to several katana that I saw in a museum near me.
(I'm a nerd for these things and I'm not shamed)
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2020

Rest on golden shores
Taste of salt in pleasure's waves
Seagulls soar and cry


Forgot to post this yesterday, I was more exhausted then I thought.
Still following the trend of Pleiades,  the Seven Sisters.
This haiku is for Alcyone (or Halcyone).
There isn't much about her (and I had to ensure I am writing about the right woman as there are many who share this name and of course, many myths of other Halcyones as well, haha!)
With this lovely lady, she is know to be seduced by Poseidon and bore him many children so yes, this haiku is very much a euphemism!
You know me, I just love playing around with the portrayal of myths!
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 💜
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2020

Break beneath the whip
For anger's unceasing flow
Under winged shadows


New day, new haiku!
Just when I thought I was getting better, I feel unwell again.
Just my luck, I swear...
This haiku is for the last of the Furies, Alecto. Alongside being the Goddess of Vengeance, she was also the Goddess of Anger. I believe her name translates into 'Unceasing Anger'.
She said that she punished criminals who committed crimes of anger, especially against others.
There is one thing that I find very interesting about the sisters as a whole - how the lines of vengeance and justice are completely blurred.
This sort of philosophy of vengeance and justice will always fascinate me.  


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 💜
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2020

Her glare pierces true
For she always comes to light
Bitter yet so free


Another day, another haiku!
This one is dedicated to Alethia, Goddess / Spirit of Truth.
I k how there isn't much on her, but honestly, I appreciate this goddess because shes rather prevalent in our day to day lives.
Weve all lied about something and to get out of the truth, we cover it with more lies. But the truth has a way of always coming to light, and it can be bitter, harsh and hurtful...it can set us free.
Theres a beautiful elegance to it really...
Thanks so much for 371 followers, I hope you're enjoying this series as much as I'm writing it!
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 Jan 2018
As I reflect on my life
at such a tender age
I realise one reason why
I have always been
unhappy with who I am.

I have not been honest with myself.
I have been telling myself no truth -
just sweet lies to make me blind
and silence by ears.

In this world, we tend to craft an
image. One of our own dreams
and insecurities.
One of perfection that becomes
our own tragedy.
One to wear like armour but
there are chinks in the armour
of our souls.
And...it's all society needs to
tear us apart.

I spend so much time crafting
this image of who I want to be.
What I want you to see and only see.
What I want you to hear and only hear.
The image of a somebody who I know
will leave a mark in the sands of time...
But I never want to be myself...

It's the same with all of us, I guess...
To walk in a human world that loses humanity
every second of every **** day.
Forcing us to be someone who isn't us
just to be seen...

I've spent so long feeling invisible
when, in truth, I should feel invincible.
I am a human.
I have been labelled as having no humanity.
I acknowledge that I want to be somebody,
but not myself.
I know that now...

I've been telling myself all but one truth...
Feeling really reflective today. 2018 is making me see myself differently. If I want to make a change, I have to do it myself.
One step at a time...
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2017
I like to read alone. I always move to the far
back of the bus to do so.
I like to listen to music alone. When I leave
home to go somewhere or when I am on my
way back.
I like to draw alone. I find it easier to be lost
in my fantasy world than deal with reality,
which seriously *****.
Where I go, I always find some tree to look at.
One that stands strong, proud and single.
It stands, away from other trees and it's
content.
Even when lovers pass me, young and old.
Or laughing children from preschool.
Or obnoxious teens, in and out of highschool
Or the elderly with their grandchildren.
My gaze is on the tree still.
Facing the sky, I often wonder why that is.
A benefit to being alone is that you're happy
with your own peace. There's no drama.
You get comfortable with who you are and
you can find yourself.
I like being alone. It doesn't mean I'm lonely.
I couldn't bare being lonely...
I often take long walks to clear my head. People say that I'm lonely. I'm not. I have good friends, its just I'm content with my own company. Have you ever been asked why you're alone 24\7?
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2018
I''ll keep this short and brief.
Like Sue, I am being trolled.
I just want to let those who
take the time to leave kind
comments and support, I
am very grateful for all you
have given me here.

Please don't think that I am
the one giving your comments
any thumbs down. On my heart
and everything that I have, I am
not. I value anyone and everyone
who is positive, and that is what
makes you true Kings and Queens
in my eyes.

This will not stop my ink flowing,
on that I promise.
This page has given me so much
and I want to give much love and
light back in return. I just wanted
to clear the air.

Thank you.
Lyn ***
I pay no mind nor heed to trolls.
My eyes is on my quill, my craft and my true supporters always.
Am
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2020
Am
Flawed by creation
I am very much human
Please world, accept it
My mind is a riot...
So much I'm thinking about...
So much to make sense of...
I hope the world can be accepting of that fact that we're human and that no one is perfect
Let's embrace it...
Much love
Lyn 💜
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2018
The dahlian air
rich with colourful blossoms
Each playing a melody
Sitting in my gazebo
Sipping warm floral dreamtime

My body is soothed
As I sip long, deep and calm
The flavours blossom
Apricot tarts, honey drips
and classic vanilla kiss
Another Tanka for the night!
Just finishing a cup of herbal tea called 'Dreamtime' before bed.
First time trying it and it's super delicious.
Ambrosial!
Night guys,
Queen Lyn ***
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
Who am I not to know the truth
about the words they say?
If I don't know the history,
all I am doing is making
the battle inconsequential.
Ive always been an avid lover of history.
So much hatred in this world makes me sad.
But if I don't learn the truth, I'm undermining the past.


This morning wasnt a great one so I'm feeling a little off but very reflective.

Be back soon
Lyn
Lyn-Purcell Sep 2017
Perhaps if time could speak,
one would not feel so alone in
the depth of their mind.
For time is an endless sea
one that just ebbs and flows.
And we are never sure of the
course our lives will take.

So we lose ourselves in the Fields,
heart, soul and mind locked away
as we wander.
And wander.
And wander.

Time and tide are never still.
Time and tide will never wait.
And as time slips away,
it can never be found again.
But we wander.
And wander.
And wander.

Unrushed for those who wait,
Soaring for those who fear.
As we wander.
And wander .
and wander.

Lasting for those who grieve.
Binding for those who love.
And we wander.
And wander.
And wander.
I'm in somewhat of a grey mood. More and more these days.
Especially when I think about time.
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2018
Sitting on the edge
Angel water fountain flow
A sweet wish per coin
Been a while since I did a simple haiku!
Got more poems on the way! Got something really special planned too! ^-^
Lyn ***
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2018
Full wings or broken
An angel is an angel
with shining beauty
This one is dedicated to Sue.
Take all the time you need to heal.
We'll always be here.
Your friend,
Lyn ***
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2017
A tongue needs no bones
Mine is lemon and honey
Prickly by nature

I have what you don't
A balanced filter for two
For sour and sweet

A tongue needs no bones
To cut in and wound someone
So, wield your sword well
Based on an incident that happened today. There is a time and a place to say things but some things should not be said, let alone thought.
Lyn-Purcell Sep 2018
Fears melted away
This queen grins with utter joy
A new door opens
I'M IN!!!! I GOT IN!!!
IVE BEEN ACCEPTED ON MY COURSE!!!!!!!!
YEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!
*powering up like a Saiyan and happy dancing like a lunatic*
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2020

Milk and honeyed pearl
Pushed onto the craftsman lamed
Her eyes thirst for war


A haiku based on one of the most renown of Goddesses,
one of the most iconic women of myths, Aphrodite
Hope you guys enjoyed it! Here's the link for the growing collection:
https://hellopoetry.com/collection/132853/the-women-of-myth/
Be back soon with more!
Much love,
Lyn 💜
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2017
Be sure of one thing
Use that tongue and taste your words
Before you loose it
Easier said than done sometimes and not everyone has a filter. This is dedicated to people I once knew...
Lyn-Purcell Oct 2018


~
Tempted by the seductive whispers
of power, I took a big bite of the
forbidden fruit.
My eyes and ears open.
So now I understand the
glee and grief that comes
with knowledge.
~


Knowledge is power as well as a burden.
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!
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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 ***
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2020

Flawless is her art
Life now drips from every thread
Silk now spun in dark


New day, new haiku!
Now that I've done with the Pleiades, I'm back to other women of myth!
This one is for Arachne. Now she always stood out to me.
The myth I grew up with is that she was overly arrogant and proud about her talents. Athena challenged her and well, Athena lost. Even the Goddess of Wisdom and Handicrafts was in awe of Arachnes work. As Ovid said, Athena couldnt find 'a fleck or flaw—even Envy can not censure perfect art'. But then, Arachne didnt portray the gods in a good light either. (Tbh, most myths are about the Gods being ******* to humans AND each other). Athena tore the loom, in jealous rage and we all know what happened, Arachne became a spider. There are in fact two alternate stories with the same ending. One is the one I grew up with, Athena cursed her to be a spider, but the other one is that Arachne ended her life as the Goddess destroyed her proudest work and she was turned into a spider out of pity. Either way, I was alluding to a spider with the last line. Ironically, while writing this, I saw two spiders in my living room and several baby spiders in my garden.
Which doesn't help my arachnophobia 😅😅😅
Anyway, thank you all for growing followers! 376 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 💜
Lyn-Purcell Sep 2017
Two becoming one by golden rings,
The man in a suit, and the wife demure
in white.
During the art of making love,
the ardour of man is firewater,
and sweet liquor.
The woman's wistful gaze is aflame
with a wish of vestal silk.
The firewater may chill, and the sweetness
of liquor fade, but the wistful woman's wish
is as lasting as time.
A poem from my journal based on a picture of a married couple that I saw in a magazine.
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2020

Sleeps with skein in hand
Wined promise upon her lips
Threads hold up labyrinths


New day, new haiku!
This one is for Ariadnê, the Cretan Princess who is heavily associated with Labyrinths. She is also seen as a goddess to some to!
This haiku alludes to Theseus and the Minotaur to which Ariadnê is included in. She supposedly fell for Theseus and helped him to slay the Minotaur and they eloped but he left her. There are many variants of why, her being in a relationship with Dionysus (lover and in some his wife also) or that he was bored of her.
Even so, this haiku does hint to the Minotaur with the first and last line (threads have also become her symbol also) and Dionysus with the second line. The second line also hints her natural seduction also which I imagine Theseus and Dionysus found her to be too!
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 💜
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2017
It's better to be struck down
than
destroyed.

Your will, your thoughts,
your mind are the
materials of
your armor.

Your perseverance
and life form your
blade.

You've no need for a shield
For what makes you whole
is the loving furnace that
burns in you
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2020

Daughter of the moon
Ride swift winds with a taut bow
Fierce upon the hunt


This haiku is dedicated to Artemis, Goddess of the Moon.
Again, another Goddess whom I adore, haha!
Here's the link for the growing collection:
https://hellopoetry.com/collection/132853/the-women-of-myth/
A heavy poem will be dropping soon, just making the final touches!
Much love,
Lyn 💜
Lyn-Purcell May 2018
Open your eyes, your true eyes,
and look deep down inside.
See your life and ask yourself,
"am I satisfied?"

Can you grasp at the threads,
see the weave that is your life,
change from black to red
and change anything from tonight?
I've been reflecting alot lately...on my life.
I'm not particularly happy, to be honest with you.
I always find a thousand reasons to doubt who I can be.
22 going on 23, and I can admit, no, I'm not satisfied with my life.

I need - no, I have to change...
I really do...
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2017
Your song ends but your melody plays.
Your body crumbles but the feelings stays.
Minutes, hours, days, you were at my side.
You will never be forgotten in my lifetime.
Can you return to me? As a shadow, or a dream?
Because life without you is so much harder than it seems...
So much tears I've shed, my heart cannot bear.
Your touch is still upon me as they become stairs.
If I could go to Heaven, and ask for one thing,
I'd ask for you again and the blessings you bring.
I didn't shower you enough with affection and praise
Just know that
you will forever be my always...
A poem I write from my journey to the park, with fresh tears in my eyes at seeing people with their loved ones. We all hurt someone we love...
It's apart of being human.
You only live once.
Treasure all those you hold dear.
From your blood family, to the family YOU get to choose.
Lyn-Purcell Sep 2017
The Sun is the Father, strictly ablaze.
The Moon is the Mother, serenely benevolent.
Mercury is the Child, innocently babbling.
Venus is the Sister, beautifully affectionate.
Mars is the Brother, stubbornly resilient.
Jupiter is an Elder Man, wizenedly kind.
Saturn is Elder Woman,  knitting wisdom.
Uranus wields the Hammer of Change.
Neptune plays the Harp of Dreams.
Pluto swings the Blade of Strife.

All Nodes have a written destiny...
© Lyn-Purcell
I just had a lucid dream of flying through the galaxy and within the planets. I wrote down what I saw...
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2020

Swift-footed huntress
Life and death hangs on footrace
Love fierce like lions


New day, new haiku!
This one is for Atalanta, a courageous and fierce huntress (not be be confused with Atalanta, the Argonaut). Small wonder that she has been compared to Artemis, theyre similar indeed.
In fact, she swore an oath to Artemis, keeping to the two thing the goddess herself treasures other than hunting - her virginity.

She was more of a tomboy, other than hunting, she loved wrestling, riding horses and such. She gained a reputation for being so skilled and better than her male counterparts.

Theres so much story around this extraordinary woman of myth. Her father left her for death from the moment she was born and she was raised by a she bear, and eventually raised by hunters. She played a role in the hunt for the Calydonian boar was gifted the boars head and hide by Meleager, a fellow hunter and slayer of the beast who happened to be in love with her and was tragically killed by his mother. The reason being because he killed his uncles who were jealous that such a prize was given to her and not them.

Even from birth, this woman was badass.
Now for the main and popular myth!
Not only was Atalanta a skilled huntress, she was beautiful, grabbing the attention of men (who were intrigued and some probably wanted to put her in her proverbial place, so to speak).

So she said that she will offer her hand to the man who could outrun her in a race, but the losers will lose their life by her hand.

One man caught her eye, Hippomenes (aka Milanion or Melanion). He knew well enough to know he couldnt beat her in a race so he turned to Aphrodite to help. The Goddess of Love was outraged by Atalantas lack of interest in love, so she granted him three golden apples of the Hesperides before the race commenced.

As expected, Atalanta was beating him and he would drop a golden apple to make her stop and admire it. Some myths say she deliberately did so to give him a chance to win, haha! And win he did!

She did swear off marriage (oath to Artemis) but happily married him and gave birth to their son, Parthenopaeus.

But their marriage was shortlived and they were turned into lions...
The reason being because they were so consumed by their passion, that they actually made love in one of Zeus' sacred temples. Another myth states that her husband didnt honor his dues to Aphrodite and so she cursed them to make love in the temple.

Honestly, this is one of my favourite myths. I find her so inspiring as a character (and the fact that they apparently made love in one of Zeus' temples makes me laugh hard! The irony! The last line of the haiku is a reference to their...excited *******, haha! 😂😂😂)

Men didnt like that she was so strong and skilled as a huntress yet she stuck to her guns and proved herself, though she didnt really have to. Thats something we can all learn from as a whole to be honest. Even her name is rooted from 'atalantos' which means, "equal in weight"- a testament to her achievements and victories with men.

Man or woman, we are all true equals. None exceeds another. We all have our strengths and weakness in life but if we stay true to our resolve to be the best we can be, we'll be much better for 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 💜
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2020

On Athens' chessboard
Olive tree bests spring water
Owl hoots victorious


This haiku is dedicated the Goddess, Athena.
Now I have a bit of a love hate relationship with her, some myths I find her awesome and some make me really dislike her.
But even so, now that Im older and reading more about her, I can say that Ive somewhat love hate relationship I have is fully balanced now.
I'm really enjoying this series, my list grows by the day!
Be back soon with more!
Here's the link for the growing collection:
https://hellopoetry.com/collection/132853/the-women-of-myth/
Much love,
Lyn 💜
Lyn-Purcell May 2018
Everyone is entitled to live
and just survive.
Everyone deserves the world
but not at the cost of his soul.
Everyone should be happy with themselves,
not change to please the masses.
Everyone should be proud to stand out
feeling no need to fall in line of conformity.

How is it that when I try live my life
Try to love my life
I always end up saving others
at the cost
of losing myself...?
A poem that's near to how I've feeling for the last few days.
At the cost of all i want, I fear losing who I am.
I've spent most of it trying to make everyone happy.
Now I've learned that I need to be more selfish and focus on me and me alone.

Be back soon
Lyn x
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