Strikes

Each dagger she dodges

Strikes 1 was a liar

Strikes 2 was a cheater

Strikes 3 was an abuser

She dodges

With each thrust of their daggers

Towards her heart

Just makes her colder than ice

For the dagger she wants

Can’t accept her love

Too powerful for his beautiful soul.

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Reveal Blast Author Cheryl Carpinello

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Guinevere: On the Eve of Legend, Book 1
At the dawn of Camelot, one young girl is about to take her place beside the greatest king in England’s history…. She is a mere child of twelve. But in these medieval days, this is the age when childish things must be put away and greater responsibilities accepted—all in preparation for a betrothal of marriage. For young Lady Guinevere, on the advent of her thirteenth Birth Day, the whole idea is quite unbearable. After all, what could be better than spending her youth playing with her best friend Cedwyn, roaming the grounds around the castle looking for mythical creatures or hunting rabbits? However, the wizard Merlyn—her teacher and friend—knows that destiny has a way of catching up with a person. His arrival sets in motion a series of events that will lead Guinevere to her destiny whether she is ready for it or not.
The Legend Within
by Cheryl Carpinello
Arthurian stories are steeped in legend. While perceived as fiction, legends often contain elements of factual happenings. It is left up to readers to decide if they believe or not.
In the Arthurian tales I write, I always add one or two of my own legends. Guinevere: On the Eve of Legend contains one of my favorites: The Legend of the Red Deer and the Unicorn. I’ve recited this story at readings and at Medieval Festivals where I have been the storyteller. Here it is:



The Legend of the Red Deer and the Unicorn



A long, long time ago when the forests were young, the unicorns roamed the land of what is now called England. They numbered in the thousands. One day a red deer washed up on a sandy shore during a violent storm. Not knowing the land, the red deer soon became lost, unable to find fresh water and enough grasses to eat. The unicorns found the deer near death from thirst and starvation. These kind creatures nudged and pushed the deer to fresh water and later showed it the best grazing grounds and the safest places in the forest to bed down.



Before long the unicorns adopted the deer, which, in turn, promised that all future generations of red deer would protect the unicorns. A few years later, another red deer washed up on the shore, was discovered and saved by the red deer and the unicorns. The two deer later mated and left the unicorn herds.


Hundreds of years passed and in those years, the red deer herds grew in number until there wasn’t a forest without the deer across the land. Sadly, the same could not be said for the unicorns. As men populated the island, a myth arose about the unicorn. It was believed that a unicorn’s horn held strong magic for man, and some even thought it could cure all of men’s ills. To that end, unicorns were hunted ruthlessly for the magical horn, their bodies left to rot once the horn was harvested.

 

The numbers of unicorns across the land dwindled to just a handful when the unicorns and the red deer met once more. The unicorns asked if the red deer remembered when the unicorns had saved them. The red deer remembered because the memories of the first red deer were passed on to each new deer. Filled with dismay at how few unicorns remained, the red deer kept their promise to protect the unicorns.
Today if you are lucky enough to come across a herd of red deer in England, you must be very quiet and patient. If you wait long enough and look hard enough, between the legs of the red deer, you may catch a glimpse of white. At the middle of each herd, the unicorns thrive and play.

 

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Excerpt


Hard to believe that last night she had been so happy. Now, her world had fallen apart. It’s not that I don’t expect to get married. I know I must. But not now, not so soon. And to spring it on her and not give her the opportunity to participate in the decision stung like the bee that had bitten her last summer. Suddenly, the magic of the unicorn seemed so far away. Her eyes started to water. She blinked and tried to wipe the tears away before Cedwyn saw them, but she couldn’t.

“What’s the matter? Why are you crying again? Is it because of that decision your father made?”
Guinevere nodded in reply.
“What do you have to do? Is that what the king and Merlyn were talkin’ about last night in the hall after everyone left?”
“It must be,” she said, wondering if Merlyn had known even in the forest. “When did you see them?”
“I sneaked back into the hall after everyone had gone to bed to see if there was any more circlette left. I saw them with their heads together, but they didn’t see me. They were discussin’ some secret.”
Shaking her head, Guinevere said, “That’s why Father waited for Merlyn before he said anything to me. They came up with this idea between themselves.” She felt so betrayed.
“So, what is it that you have to do? Why have we run away from home?”
“My Father the King and apparently Merlyn have decided that I am to marry King Arthur in two years and become his Queen. I’ll have to leave the castle, my home, you, and everything I’ve grown up with,” she added, not realizing that Cedwyn was staring at her with his mouth wide open.
“He even promised Grandfather’s round table to King Arthur. All without asking!” She finished, sure that she had stated her point clearly. Her eyes strayed to the hand that Arthur had kissed. Quickly she averted them.
“Are you sure they said King Arthur?” Cedwyn asked, his amazement showing in his voice.
“Oh yes! I’m sure.”
“That’s fantastic! He’s gonna be a great king! He’s gonna bring all of England together. I heard some of the knights talking about him last night. They said that he is the bravest and best warrior they have ever seen. And the smartest!” He looked at Guinevere and shook his head. “And you are gonna be his Queen!” Disbelief washed over him. “I wish someone would make a decision like that for me!”
“Really? Then you can marry King Arthur!” she said, standing up and stamping her foot.

 

Then she turned and stomped up the rise.

AUTHOR BIO



Original_Author_PhotoI am a retired high school English teacher. A devourer of books growing
up, my profession introduced me to writings and authors from times long
past. Through my studies and teaching, I fell in love with the Ancient
and Medieval Worlds. Now, I hope to inspire young readers and those
Young-at-Heart to read more through my Tales & Legends for Reluctant
Readers set in these worlds.


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JAnn’s Poetry Event

So, on the 15th of this month, I broke out of my shell and did something I never thought I would ever do. When one lives with anxiety & depression doing these daily things that normal people take for granted is  a big goal and achievement that I accomplished.

There was five of us who sat the event up. I had one table for refreshments, which offered a meat & cheese tray, cookies, banana bread, and a big bowl Of Munchies. There was coffee, tea, water, & soda for drinks. On my other table was my books, sign up sheets for my newsletter and future interest in poetry classes. Plus, I had my laptop there which displayed KayCee’s Magazine, Double the Books, and sign up sheets for her newsletters. The people who showed up was truly impressed with her work on my covers and with her magazine.

The crowd was small, but that was okay because I wasn’t ready to tackle it all bunch at once. My manager assistant Debbie Garrison spoke of me and my writing. She also spoke about how we were adopted sisters and how much she enjoyed working with me and my writing.

I then took the floor, I didn’t feel nervous. I actually felt pretty comfortable. I knew the faces in the crowd. Especially my art teacher, Bob from junior high. That was really neat having him there listening to me reading my speech and my poetry. I started off reading a little to fast then I slowed down and starting chatting about my poetry. It actually went by so fast. Next thing I knew I had been reading for almost two hours and conversing about my writing with others really entwined into my poetry.

You can watch the first hour of the event on my YouTube channel. I suggest you take the hour and hear a crazy poet who didn’t know what she was doing on trying to amuse others with her words.

After the event my son asked me, what my next goal was? I told him, “Let me go home, relax and then I will let you know.” So I still haven’t thought or decided on what my next goal should be or where I want to go now. But I will keep you all posted.

Before I go, there is a few thank you’s I would like to post.

I would like to say thank you to Madeline & the Board of Directors for allowing me to do this reading here at the Creative Arts Center and for co-sponsoring this event.

I would like to say a thank you to my daughter, my best friend, manager, co-editor, cover & graphic artists, KayCee K. Without you this dream would still be in a shoe box in my closet.

I would like to say a thank you to my two sons, Mitch & Hayden for supporting and believing in my dream as a poet & for giving me the time I need to write.

I would like to say a thank you to my two daughters who cannot be here today, Natasha & November Dawn. Natasha thank you for always keeping my life interested and for my two grand-kids. November Dawn, thank you for watching over me and being my little angel.

I would like to say a thank you to Debbie Garrison for the support and pushing me to do this dream of mine and for being my marketing assistant and helping KayCee and I promote and market my books. She is my cheer-leading squad and with Debbie, I only need her because she does the perfect bragging.

I would like to say a thank you to Susie & Vaughn, for being there for me after my mom passed away and to Susie for being the only best friend I ever had in life that stood by me through everything.

I would like to think all my followers on Twitter and Facebook that helped keep me going while I prepared for this event. Your words of encouragement are words I will never forget. I thank you for your daily support of my books, poetry and other random writings.

I would like to thank Kathleen Harryman, Kat Green,  and the person who help with donations towards my event. I truly appreciate the help and every dollar went towards the event. I also need to toss in one more thank you to Ginger Jackson for her help in making this event possible. If you would like to donate towards my fund for future events the link is below.

Last, but never forgotten,

I would like to say a thank you to my parents, Jim & Mary and my stepdad, Richard. I hope I have done justice by telling my story here and I hope you all would be proud. To my dad, Jim you were a complicated man but one I admire for teaching me so much from the grave. To my mom, Mary… my angel, spiritual guide, you guide my soul each day with your love and stubbornness that you passed on is why I am here today. To Richard, you didn’t just show me but taught me what a real family was about and how important family was, I especially thank you for showing my mother the love you did.

I would like to thank my sisters, Kim, Voni & Amelia… Kim, I thank you for the love you showed me through the years. Voni, thank you for the lessons you taught me while you were here and for watching over me from heaven. Amelia, we may not see each other for years at a time, but I want you to know you are never far from my heart.

 

 

 

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