Words that flow...

Words and images - powerful elements of our everyday life. Most of the time we take them for granted, but sometimes something happens to make you aware of how important they are... and how thankful you are to have the opportunity to use or appreciate them. Here lies some of my words and pictures (which are untouched apart from cropping, unless I've said otherwise) - Please add your words to mine, and leave a comment. Thanks for visiting!

07 December 2006

(G) Gorgon and the Greengrocer

Tonight I am going to put on here another kiddie rhyme for G - I always liked Medusa, so this one's about a Gorgon like her! (oh, be warned - it's quite a long one! :-) )

The Gorgon and the Greengrocer
The greengrocer fell for Glamorgon-
a most beautiful-bodied Gorgon-
when she entered the shop to enquire
if he sold fruit fit for a vampire.
He informed her that vampires drunk blood,
but she could, perhaps, try a baked spud.
Although this nourishment was dubious
she professed this could be salubrious,
but it was so unlikely her bat
would ever be tempted by that!
The greengrocer listened, mesmerised.
The rhythm of her words hypnotised.
There was an electric atmosphere.
"I think your wings are very lovely, dear,
and with that glossy, gossamer dress
you are the most glorious temptress!"
Glamorgon acknowledged the flattery,
then flirted with him fanatically.
But then he made an observation,
falling short of an accusation:
"There is, my dear, just one little snag-
your head's covered with a paper bag!"
Her voice took on a glacial tone,
"To see my eyes is to turn to stone!"
"But why, my dear, is that bag moving?"
He realised he should be soothing,
but curiosity had a hold,
and he really needed to be told.
Indeed, the bag was rustling a lot,
though he couldn't realise the upshot
of the reaction he had envoked,
nor of the anger which was unyoked.
"So, you want to see what is hidden?
You understand it is forbidden
to show myself to any mortal-
we consider it to be immoral."
Glamorgan expelled a searing breath,
"If I do this, it will lead to death!"
She didn't specify hers or his,
and so, without any preliminaries,
uncaring of the consequences,
she now lowered her defences.
Anything he asked her she would do -
her admirers had been so few.
She warned him once more, what he would see
would lead to certain fatality.
He had to put a face to the voice
and told her, surely he had no choice.
Even if his death it would incur
it was worth a glimpse of the real her.
So she did it. She removed the bag
He was horrified to see a hag.
Her face was not as he'd fantisized -
revealing her head had been unwise.
Only for a small instant of time
he knew the gravity of her crime.
It was the ultimate of heartbreaks -
the movement he'd seen was writhing snakes!
Not a spot on her head remained still...
He begun to feel decidedly ill.
Worse, he felt, were her ebony eyes.
They weren't a very pleasant surprise,
for as he peered into those jet holes
he felt the pull of all the lost souls,
who had looked into those charcoal pits-
their fears, loves and their deepest secrets.
He felt his life force sucked in with theirs
and his body was caught unawares.
Devoid of the soul, the body froze
into a horrible, stony pose.
The petrification was complete,
yet the Creator he would not meet.
As the man's soul entered Glamorgon
she felt sadness for what she had done,
for she'd really thought the man was good -
There weren't many who'd understood.
The remorse, however, soon vanished
when, by the Gods, she was punished.
A law had been made in modern times
to rid the world of such monstrous crimes.
And she'd comitted the worst kind of sin -
taken the soul from a human skin.
An apt punishment for her would be
to be trapped for all eternity
with the poor souls who'd looked at her face,
so she was thus frozen in disgrace.

© Annelisa Christensen 11:16 pm

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At December 08, 2006 12:00 am, Blogger My Marrakech said...

This is my very favorite yet!!!

At December 08, 2006 12:03 am, Blogger Annelisa said...

Crikey, Maryam, you're quick off the mark - I hadn't even got round to checking how it looked yet! :-D

Glad you like it - when I read it, it feels a bit 'stiff', but I like the story idea...

It fits my mood, as well...

At December 08, 2006 3:07 am, Blogger QUASAR9 said...

Annelisa, That's pretty awesome!

Hope those dreadlocks on your head, don't turn out to be Medusa's snakes ...

Mind you if for Xmas we were to meet, what is it would be revealed, when you removed the paper bag from your head, but a glorious shiny bald (shaven) head.

PS - In our case could it be, you the young & pretty Lady Godiva be, and I a very 'old' warlock be. lol!
Be careful, very careful when you talk to strangers, of what you say.

At December 08, 2006 5:50 am, Blogger Mohawk Chieftain said...

Isn't it odd how the simplest of pictures make the most beautiful images?

At December 08, 2006 6:54 am, Anonymous Anonymous said...

hey I love this one its' great very cool.


At December 08, 2006 1:43 pm, Blogger Annelisa said...


Hey Q9, so you see yourself as a warlock, huh? Got a broomstick?

Totally agree, Chieftain, some of the simplest pictures are the best..

Thought it might appeal to you, Hope :-)

At December 08, 2006 2:16 pm, Blogger red-dirt-girl said...

hey girlfriend...........i've got nothing to add to the comments....just wanted to drop by, say hi....hope things are looking brighter - or at least will be turning that corner soon for you! Don't be alarmed if you read my post on Sexton, Wanting to Die.......it's just my time of year to be morose and melancholy....and sleep alot. Happy Yuletide to you (is yuletide correct?)


At December 08, 2006 6:53 pm, Blogger QUASAR9 said...

[1] The normal etymology derives warlock from the Old English wǣrloga meaning deceiver, or "oathbreaker".
[2] However, one source suggests that the word may come from the Old Norse varð-lokkur, "caller of spirits".
[3] Varðlokkur is also translated by some as 'ward-locks' or 'protections', and is an invocation chant used in spæ (scrying).

A highly speculative etymology interprets 'wærloga' as 'the man of the logs' alluding to the pieces of wood the Anglo-Saxon and Scandinavian priests and wise men (called bards and skalds, respectively) used to divine by means of the runes.
This etymology seems to have been created to support neopagan beliefs about the past, inasmuch as warlock then appears to be a slang word of Christian coinage pejoratively used for those who remained Pagan and practising the art of the runes.
However, its dependence upon sarcastic Christians referring to small pieces of wood as 'logs' makes it extremely unlikely, especially since the etymological roots of 'log' are believed to refer to felled trees or equally massive objects.

As for an unkept promise or "oath" - as I said B4
"I've yet to return to the Sierra Nevada to plant olive trees"

At December 08, 2006 7:04 pm, Blogger Mother of Invention said...

Some interesting and a bit creepy images came to my mind as I read this! No wonder you have nightmares! HA! Well, I do look like I should have a bag over my head some mornings!

But, never mind, you won't need one when you say goodbye to your hair...over here you might since it's -11 today and lots of snow!

At December 09, 2006 3:33 am, Blogger madd said...

Hey Annelisa..I really ebjoyed this..when I was just in middle school I started my life long love of Mythology..I love all of it, greek, roman, european...didn't matter..so this was great..while reading brought back all these wonderful memories..thanks I really liked it..take care sweetie..m

At December 09, 2006 4:14 am, Anonymous Anonymous said...



At December 09, 2006 8:21 pm, Blogger QUASAR9 said...

Hi Annelisa,
didn't mean to sound unsympathetic on previous post. But yes I confess I am detached and aloof.

Of course I know pain - but I can only feel my pain, and only I can feel my pain, no one else can feel my pain - nor would I wish it on anyone.

Of course I sympathise with suffering and caring, and nursing, and fundraising!

At December 10, 2006 1:16 am, Blogger Annelisa said...

Hiya Kitty-cat - Drop by anytime you like! Hope you're not feeling the blues too, too much... I know I should be getting on with the house clearing (to decorate) , but I'll see if I can stop by...

Interesting, Q9! I always got the idea that warlocks were male witches (That's certainly implied in a lot of shows, and the film of the same name...). Learn something new every day! :-)

So, it's the olive trees that makes you an 'oath-breaker' is it? Maybe it's time to do something about that :-D (unless you make plans to break them??? :-) )

Hi MOI - Wish we had some snow... it doesn't happen that often here, and when it does it's usually melted within a couple of days... I've only experienced longer cold spells when I lived in Scotland (then, I once walked across snowy woods and fields to the nearest shops, and ended up waist-deep in a snow dip!)

You got your head in the past, Madd? Or maybe in a paper bag? or stuffed with mythical creatures? Glad you liked it.

Steven - Good to see you again! You love it? Excellent! Cos there's more coming...

:-D Art thou protesting too much, my dear Q9? When you say "but I can only feel my pain, and only I can feel my pain, no one else can feel my pain" do you mean that only you are physically feeling it?

Can you allow that someone might feel so strongly for someone (that they empathise (or sympathise) so strongly) they also feel a measure of pain... which may not be physical (though there is often a physical side to this)?

When I said yesterday that I was 'feeling such a sadness right now', it wasn't simply sad in the 'oh, poor thing' kind of way. Since I started this head-shave fundraising, so many people have told me their story, their own experience of cancer.

I've been in tears with another teacher in the staffroom; I've been told about children my daughter's age dying (only this week); I've been told of loved ones - mother, aunt, uncle, father, friend - and because of my own experiences of cancer in people I've known, each time someone tells me their story I do actually feel for them... lump and tightness in the throat, heaviness in the chest, my tummy going sixteen to the dozen, and emotions playing havoc!

Because I know some of what each person is or has gone through with those people living with cancer.

And now, it seems to stay with me...just below the surface. It's not something I can distance myself from...

I understand, in a way, what you're saying, and I think if I hadn't known so many people who have gone through living with illness I might feel the same.

In your mind, is 'sympathising' and 'empathising' the same?

At December 10, 2006 10:37 am, Blogger QUASAR9 said...

Annelisa said: "When I said yesterday that I was 'feeling such a sadness right now', it wasn't simply sad in the 'oh, poor thing' kind of way. Since I started this head-shave fundraising, so many people have told me their story, their own experience of cancer."

Hi Annelisa, I know.
I could 'feel' your sadness. What I meant is precisely that it is counterproductive if another's condition also weakens us, or even makes us ill.

I'm trying not to make light of what are serious, sad & clearly life threatening conditions, but -
"I'm not into sharing the birth pangs, kindda empathy"

And I am not protesting too much:
I know what pain feels like, I think most people have had toothache or twisted an ankle or had a bad headache ... the type of headache you wish you could cut off your head and throw it away.

"Sympathy for the devil"
In my mind sympathy is being sympathetic towards people suffering or oppressed - and empathy can be empathy for those under occupation or hardship and with those having fun at a concert or the races.

I can have sympathy for those with debilitating or life threatening disease - and I can have empathy for those in pain ... but neither debilitate me. Only My pain can debilitate me - death and dying I have no fear of.

I'm sorry if I'm not winning your heart with my arguments. But I rather see you smile when you shave your head, and joyful at Xmas for your children, than saddened by the suffering, disease (or death) of others - knowing of your mother's condition too.

So here's looking at yah!
here's loving yah a little more!
and Here's smiling at yah too!

Wishing you a mighty fine bright sunny day on this frosty icy Sunday

At December 10, 2006 11:15 pm, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hello - I think you're doing a lovely thing with your crazy head shaving exercise. I am sorry for all the people suffering, but you are doing something positive & should be proud.

So: Chin up. You're hearing so much about it because what you're doing is important.

Like the trees & love that the gorgon got her comeuppance! Haven't been out into the countryside for a while so will have to go walking soon before we are too snowy and icy to go far.

Start buying hats now - you're gonna be cold!

At December 12, 2006 5:40 pm, Blogger Annelisa said...

Thanks Topchamp! I know I shouldn't need it, that the very fact of doing the 'crazy head shaving exercise' should be enough, but I sometimes I need a bit of reassurance :-)

I've got a collection of hats - I'll do a piccie sometime, of the abundance of them!

Any sign of the ice and snow yet?


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