Shawn L. Bird

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poem- canada day children’s festival July 1, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:28 am
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Small voices

fill the sky with

red and white laughter

and waving maple leaves.

 

 

poem-whisper June 30, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:44 am
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“One more thing,”

she whispers

and turns him

inside out.

 

History- Leap o’the cask and the Dun Bonnet

I discovered this article about regional history around Loch Ness that includes the actual recorded story of ‘Leap o the Cask’ and the ‘Dun Bonnet’ as it shows up in Diana Gabaldon’s books.  The story IS about a James Fraser.  This is the kind of historical coincidence that tends to give one goose bumps.

I found the reference here:

http://www.caithness.org/caithnessfieldclub/bulletins/2004/historyoffoyers.htm

James Fraser, 9th of Foyers, was on very friendly terms with Simon, 13th Lord Lovat, later to be executed for his part in the 1745 Rising, and on that account, Foyers joined Lovat in supporting Prince Charles during his short reign in Edinburgh as King James VIII. After the disastrous battle of Culloden in 1746 the ill-fated Prince Charles fled westwards and took refuge in Gorthleck farmhouse on the Foyers estate but was soon alarmed by a party of Red Coats and effected his escape by jumping out of a window. Foyers also escaped from the battlefield and his efforts to elude capture were every bit as romantic as those of Prince Charles.

Foyers was excluded from the Act of Parliament pardoning treasonable offences committed in the rebellion, and was forced to live in hiding for seven years after the rebellion. One of his favourite haunts was a cave, a mile to the west of the Falls of Foyers. One day, on looking out of the cave, the laird saw a Red Coat secretly following a girl bringing food for him and, as to avoid capture was a matter of life and death to him, the laird shot the soldier who was buried where he fell. So Foyers’s whereabouts could be kept secret, the inhabitants used to speak of him by the nickname “Bonaid Odhair” (Dun Coloured Bonnet).

After the Battle of Culloden, the Duke of Cumberland’s troops brought much misery and brutality to the district. The estates were plundered and burnt on a scale never before known on account of the proximity of Foyers to Fort Augustus, where Cumberland and his troops were garrisoned. Many people starved to death and many outrages were committed on their persons. At a change-house, An Ire Mhor (a large piece of arable land), on the road to Inverness near Foyers, a group of soldiers, including an officer, raped a young girl living there with her grandmother and, when the old woman tried to defend her grandchild, she was strangled to death. At a funeral, taking place in Foyers cemetery, one of the starving mourners grabbed a loaf of bread off a passing provisions cart heading for Fort Augustus – uproar followed. The offender was arrested and the troops fired indiscriminately into the funeral party, killing at least one and wounding many others. The bullet holes in the grave stone of Donald Fraser of Erchit, buried in 1730, can still be seen to this day. Another outrage was committed on a boy taking a cask of beer to Foyers in his hiding place – when the boy refused to tell of his master’s hiding place, the soldiers cut off his hands.

I’m particularly bemused that one of the bibliographic sources is History of the Frasers by Alex MacKenzie. It makes you wonder if it was printed by A. Malcolm, doesn’t it? 🙂

Here’s a link to some photos of the actual Dun Bonnet cave:

http://alastaircunningham07.blogspot.ca/2007/10/dun-bonnet-cave-from-inside.html

 

The Inverness Outlander group were able to go explore the cave.  Here’s a link to their blog post and photos of the day:  https://invernessoutlanders.wordpress.com/2015/04/13/trip-to-the-dun-bonnets-cave  Diana said she wouldn’t have gone on this trip because she is too claustrophobic.  🙂

 

 

poem- knowing glances June 29, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:00 pm
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Her eyes twinkling with  fervour

I introduced the devotee to the star of the evening.

Without preamble she leapt into analysis

of the opus, confusing words, likely erroneous.

The star gave me a glance with eyebrow raised

and I offered a half smile and shrug,

as graciously she said

“Oh, yes?” and turned to her next supplicant;

dismissing the devotee  withdrawing

on her delighted sighs.

 

poem- grey

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:42 pm
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I can not move today.

The sky is heavy

and I am immobilized

by grey.

 

poem- dockside June 28, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:09 pm
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The boat bumps

against the wharf

and the tourist boy

grins and offers his hand

inviting the hometown girl

to enjoy novelty

as old as time.

 

the cute nerd

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:29 pm

This post came up when I asked for a random post. It made me chuckle, so I thought I’d share it with you, being as there are some ten thousand more of you reading my posts now, than did back when I first posted it! 🙂 Enjoy!

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I have just had a shocking epiphany. Once upon a time when I was in elementary school, I had a wild crush on a scrawny, goofy nerd. When I looked back at this memory while I was writing Grace Awakening, I had a sense of moral superiority over my affection for the kid. He had his talents, sure, and a sense of humour to boot, but he wasn’t building his biceps in the gym after school and he wasn’t going to be signed in any model search. In fact, I built the first meeting of Ben and Grace on the foundations of this premise: that her first sight of him has no impact because he’s “just another band dweeb to pass in the halls,” until he starts playing his music and she loses herself in the unexplicable connection as their destinies entwined.  It was important that there was no attraction before…

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poem- grandma

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:54 am
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I have lost her words

The narrative spun away

across the void of time.

I no longer hear her voice

echoing through my mind.

But here

a grocery list

a flash of history

Though mostly she is lost

to time and left

a mystery.

 

poem- walking

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:01 am
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you

me

.   sauntering

strolling     .

.           meandering

traipsing              .

.                          ambling

lumbering                     .

.                                    lurching

staggering                                    .

.                                              tottering

striding                                                   .

.                                                          marching

lunging                                                              .

we

embrace

.

.

.

I hope this works on your monitor.  The 2 perspectives should come evenly from either side to meet at “we / embrace”

 

poem- what June 27, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:10 pm
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When his gaze

met hers

across the room,

what

he meant to say

with his wink

was, ‘You entrance me’

‘I want to know you.’

‘I will fill your life with joy.’

But when she looked

again,

tears poured down his cheeks,

while he blinked feverishly,

so she looked away,

toward another sultry smile.

When his gaze

met hers

across the room,

he had much to convey

with his winking eye

but all his dreams

were destroyed

by a  lens-bound fly.