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She looks o'er the mountains, heart filled with emotion,
Hi fellow Snippeteers and readers. Thank you to everyone who's been following and commenting on my 'Destiny Trilogy' series of books. A change from my beloved Science Fiction romances today - I'm featuring another one from my back list - a romantic fantasy novella, set in 5th Century Wales and Ancient Greece. (A wierd combination, huh?) This book was orginally part of the 'Songs of the Muses' anthology published by the Wild Rose Press, but I re-published it myself having got my rights back.
I don't consider myself in any way a poet - but somehow this particular story seemed to call for one - so this is the very start of the first chapter, set on Mount Olypus in the distant past, although the poem itself refers to Cymru (Kuhm-ree) the Principality of Wales. The Teifi (Tie-vee) is one of the major Welsh rivers.
(This is included in my ten sentences)
(This is included in my ten sentences)
In the valley so green, in the sunlight of morn,
The muse of the dance strays thoughtful and slow:
The flowers of spring her bright hair adorn
The muse of the dance strays thoughtful and slow:
The flowers of spring her bright hair adorn
But the wind through the trees sighs, laden with woe.
She looks o'er the mountains, heart filled with emotion,
And watches the Teifi to the great ocean flow.
"Cymru, poor Cymru," are the words softly spoken.
"Your music's forgotten, you live by the bow."
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 1
The last notes of the choir died away and on ceasing their song, the nine beautiful sisters made the slightest of curtsies to their leader. Apollo smiled in approval and the marble hall, with its gleaming pillars of white and gold, glowed in his radiance. When they turned to leave, he called to the one who played the lyre.
"Terpsichore—I would have a word with you."
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