#folklore

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  • sarahrachelea 3w

    If you are not the answer to my prayer
    Then I will know
    So I'm just gonna adjust the sail
    And I'll be gone with the wind
    Find my way back to the ocean
    Flow into the unknown
    I wish you nothing but the best on your journey
    So you can fly away up high to the sky
    And reach back to the stars
    Places you were belong

    November Letter of
    Mermaid to Unicorn
    ©sarahrachelea

  • madinah_writes 9w

    Years ago before the creation of man, the Almighty created 3 unique birds of different species namely; Vulture, Ground hornbill and Cattle geret.

    They are all birds and Cattle geret is the least. The three of them were so poor and wretched, that they decided to pay the Almighty a visit for help. When they got to the heavens, He gave one of them and amount of money to use it down on earth. So he commented them into the world to spend the money however they want. When the vulture got into the world, it lavished the money on bean-cake. The vulture rushed home and filled it's empty stomach till it was filled up and satisfied. The ground hornbill on the other hand bought pap and took it all alone.

    Cattle geret was the least of them. He took a deep thought on how to spend the money. The bird finally came up with an idea, it went out, gathering all other poor and tiny birds to have a yeast with him. He brought a lot of fruit juice and they all enjoyed themselves.

    After their sojourn in the world, the Almighty asked them to pay him a visit to give account of how they have all spent their money. The Almighty faced the vulture and asked; "how did you spend your money?"

    It told the Almighty; "I bought bean-cake to quench my hunger. I'm very grateful and well satisfied, my lord."

    The Almighty smiled and faced the ground hornbill, to also give account on the money it received. It responded that it took paper and got satisfied afterwards. The Almighty, then faced Cattle geret.

    It craved the indulgence of the Almighty, faced back and called other birds. Of course, they all wanted to give gratitude to their provider as well. They all looked happy, satisfied and grateful and they had followed Cattle geret. It told the Almighty; I came across these other birds and bought fruit juice. We all drank it together ourselves. We drank till our fullest and we're all satisfied. After saying this, it faced the other tiny birds and ordered them to thank their the Almighty. Other birds bowed and prostrated. They were all excited to show gratitude and the Almighty was thrilled.

    The Almighty faced the vulture and told it; You were selfish in spending your money alone. From now on, you'll have a bald head. That is why vultures have bald head today.


    The Almighty moved to the ground hornbill and said. You're greedy to take the pap all alone and the Almighty pronounced go it redisease on it. And so it has been till this day. It has that disease under it's throat that is incurable.

    Then, Almighty turned to Cattle geret that stood with other birds and announced in a very pleased tune; You are kind and generous. From today henceforth, all birds will always accomplish you wherever you go. You'll be a leader that would be given by others. If you look up to the sky during sunset, you'll see all those  birds  flying together. There used to be a very tiny bird leading those birds called evening lilies. They accompany the day during the evening. They're the most honoured of all birds you'll ever see.


    ©MADINAH_WRITES





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    Here's a short story, from my books, UNDER THE AFRICAN SKY on Wattpad. I decided to share with you. It's a short story that speaks about kindness and love. Especially when you have none. Be kind at your poorest times, and love others even though the world is against you. Love and kindness is the greatest virtue of all. This is also a myth/folklore.





    #story #vulture #evening #myth #folklore #miraquill #love #kindness #poverty #Almighty #writerscommunity #wod #writersnetwork #writersbay #cattlegeret #groundhornbill #gratitude

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    The True Myth of Birds

    GRATITUDE
    ©madinah_writes

  • writtenbykg 28w

    I know it's too late for this prompt but I'll still post this one. #mirakee #writersnetwork #tale #folklore #abused

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    Touched

    An untold tale hides behind her dreary eyes
    Of how he betrayed her innocence with beautiful lies
    Forlorn words attempting to escape at the tip of her tongue
    But even her mouth bleeds his name
    Her tiny voice could reach nothing
    Cause they say 'she's just a girl so young'
    Even she screams at the top of her lungs

    For her story is just another folklore you'll ever read
    It could be passed on but never believed.

    ©writtenbykg

  • tejaswini_3 28w

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    I used to believe that I am still a youngster as my family had directed my mind to think and act like one and it was epiphany for sure as I came to know after a lot of deliberation that I was far more observant than any of the elders known to me. These elders mantled my credulous behaviour with cloaks of malicious tales, their motive was to let me get exposed to only the mirthful side of the world. They were least knowing that I was a wildflower who was meant to not adorn a flower vase but endure the heavy torrents of rain.

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    My grandmother had advised me one evening, while she was delineating a poem from a newspaper. It had a mysterious and an abrupt ending. I was just seven at that time, and it's the age when you have absolutely no visualization of the outer world. I was ambiguous about the poet's comprehension when he penned down verses saying that the birch tree had to live alone when the summer bid a farewell. Inspite of knowing what fate autumn would bring, I could not absorb the poet's conceptualization for I felt that the tree would soon get coated with new green leaves next year.

    Time had a lot in store for me. It passed so quickly, and I had seen the world from all angles. There were both buoyant and melancholic things to ponder upon and that's how it all was balanced perfectly. I was like the warrior princesses in a folklore; who had the liberty to follow their will. I was no longer a kid who would be inane to count the stars, but I was a stargazer who would be grateful to the sky for infusing magnanimity in her. My kindness led me to encounter people and the more I came in contact with them, the lesser I started to trust them.

    ~I blame no one. Perhaps it was only me who gave my warmth and grabbed those enervated hands, without knowing that they would crush my generosity. I realised, I am that birch tree. There were many who would ask me how I am doing but that interrogation came with an expectation that I would be fine nevertheless. Still, I had many to speak about my dolour, but no one with whom I could strike a telepathic connection; who would commiserate with me without any need to shout for myself. That clairvoyance was missing in my world~

    Just like the people in my grandmother's statement, I egressed their humongous world. I came to know why people don't enjoy others' company– because they always wish to be prioritised. They need attention before love, they wish that their efforts to make others happy are acknowledged. Most of us don't recognise their worth. And then they leave us, knowing that the world is just the same, with or without them. I made visions of the city we never were; instead we were an empire with many distant lanes. My faint voice would lose its path in the chaos. I won't wait for anyone to stay back, nor would I break ties intentionally. My universe won't have the glow that a dreamland has in a fairytale– but I won't have anything to regret.

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    Sweeping so gently,
    My canary foliage–
    It looks majestic,

    My leaves are my crown;
    A shade of dandelion,
    Worth a thousand gems,

    Will they shun me now?
    Just one, touching the red soil,
    Two leaves, on the ground,

    The cycle of time–
    Is reversed by the hourglass,
    Five more leave my branch,

    The days of autumn,
    Pass slowly; I am destined,
    To live so lonely,

    So be it, 'tis fine,
    I shall live the way I should–
    Grounded and humble,

    I will stay for all–
    And if they fade far away,
    I will stay for me.

    ©tejaswini_3

    @writersnetwork @galvanizedthoughts @luvnotes_challenge_host

    #cg_city_chall #wod #folklore #fairytale #wod #tale

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  • ananias 28w

    #PaulBunyan #talltale #tale #folklore #wod @mirakee


    I did feel a bit silly writing this. It never occured to me that if I dont share the stories as I learned them they may cease to exist one day. So please, spread the stories you know and keep oral traditions alive.

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    Behold Paul Bunyan, and Babe his great blue ox. Swinging his ax around the land, clearing trees, lakes and rocks. A man as tall as his heart is good; he stands above buildings, trees and hills. His generous work is an abundance of help to the frontier towns and mills. Following close behind him is his loyal, trusted steer. Dragging a plow so deep in dirt it saved a million men ten years. Paul Bunyan built the frontier, but he did not ask a price. He worked all day and worked all night, because to do what's right is nice.

    To develop land and strive to help, that is Paul Bunyan. To be like him and do good deeds has got to be worth something.

  • the_half_monk 28w

    #folklore #fairytale

    The Boat


    Tell me a tale,
    Of a boat without a sail.
    Will it find its home?
    After a venture, the futile roam!
    Or destiny plans more?
    Will it not find its long desired shore?

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    The Boat

    Tell me a tale,
    Of a boat without a sail.
    Will it find its home?
    After a venture, the futile roam!
    Or destiny plans more?
    Will it not find its long desired shore?
    ©the_half_monk

  • thirdeyewriter 28w

    Some deep-rooted folklores are broken by the reality of this pandemic and paved way for the fantasy of fairy tales in the dreams of young minds.

    ©thirdeyewriter

  • _falguni_ 28w

    #tale #wod #folklore #fairytale

    I love reading children's books. I've read them since I could read. Even today, if I get my hands on any one of them..I pick them up shamelessly just like an excited kid. What I love about them is that they have the ability to make me dream. They made me a dreamer and they continue to do so even today. The pictures speak to us in ways words couldn't. They are nothing fancy. Just ordinary words written for kids to comprehend. But they speak volumes when it comes to magic. I've been a believer of magic, fairies and everything in between. I believe in witches too. I've believed in everything I was told is just a story. Because it popped in someone's mind. They wrote it down for me and others like me. They are as alive and as true as I am. The pumpkin chariot, the glass heels, rapunzel's long hair, Charlie's chocolate factory and many more things make sense to me.
    For I believe there is magic in this world.
    We are just an inch away from a miracle in our lives.
    There are fairies lingering around in our dim porch lights and dark lawns.
    There is some magic taking care of us.
    I hope someday you believe in it too.

    This piece is inspired from a book (again, a children's book) I read a year back. It's called, "The girl who drank the moon" by Kelly Barnhill. Kelly Barnhill has written some beautiful books that I absolutely love and adore. Maybe you should check her work out too. ��

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    Summer nights before fall in West Virginia
    Are warm and calm
    Like the sea and its waves
    Freed from the moon's spell

    What a blessing it must be
    To be summoned by the moon
    Oh sea, tell me
    How the tides dance on her tunes.

    The moon is a gorgeous witch
    That hides her face behind those lurking clouds
    I see her chin some nights
    Tickled by some dim lit stars

    On some nights she's brave enough
    To show me her face
    Oh she's a beauty
    Nothing close to the one in snow white's tale

    She paints the skies amber
    With her broom she dearly holds
    She paints those stars bright yellow
    As they blush and twinkle

    Her eyes are beautiful dipped in gold
    The ones I stare in on lone nights
    A lore they speak, of centuries and decades
    Of people who've lost to time.

    A platinum pale face looks down on me
    She parts her lips to speak
    But she doesn't utter a word but I know
    It's time for her to leave

    She's as old as her sky
    That holds her close to his bosom
    Like a love story that's lingering in crumpled papers
    Lying in the corners of some drawer.

    I wait and wait, through her wax and wane
    For atleast a 15 days.
    To see her again, to listen again
    The tales she has to tell

    Her cheeks flush when I call her beautiful
    She doesn't need a mirror to know
    What a pity it is for her to leave
    When a wide-awake dawn comes knocking on my sleepy door.

    The one night standards we have
    Are a fairy tale in itself
    That I dare to put in words
    To pass it on like a folklore
    For people like me,in love with her.

    She looks down at me, for the last time
    As she hops on her broom
    To embrace some other sky
    To meet some other boy
    In another realm of some timezone.

    I smile as she parts
    To give me another day to live
    With a hope and a promise tied in a string of stars
    A promise, to see me again.

    I look down at the fairy rings
    And smile to myself
    The fairies in my yard somehow know it
    Like them,I'm made from moon dust too.


    "If someday you open me up
    To see my soul
    You'll find out what I'm made of
    In the world of people made from stardust
    I proudly exclude myself
    For I'm the girl who drank from the moon. "

    -The girl who drank from the moon,falguni
    ©_falguni_

  • indigo_ink 28w

    Life creates stories,
    Stories become folklore,
    Folklore becomes advice,
    Advice becomes principles,
    Principles become ideals,
    Ideals power societies.

    #wod #folklore #fairytale #quotes

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    Folklore.
    The Power of Folklore.


    Folklore becomes advice,
    Advice becomes principles,
    Principles become ideals,
    Ideals power societies.
    ©fullstop_poet

  • silvern_art 28w

    #tales #wod #fairytale #folklore

    A WORLD OF TALES

    A world full of hope and joy

    During the day;
    The sun's golden rays are nice and warm,
    The gentle breeze playfully caresses the skin,
    The rain drizzles in rhythmic sequence,
    The birds chirp aloud alluring tune.

    At night;
    The moon glows in her majestic glory,
    The stars twinkle in her praise,
    The night sky so ethereal in its dark blue cloak.

    A world were all is at peace and harmony,
    Where all opposites complement the other.
    A world told as tales to children,
    Only they grow to realise it was all fable.

    Thus they create for themselves,
    A world of tale to delve into as reality.

    ©silvern_art

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    TALES

    //Amidst the ripples in life, we choose to seek relief in the oasis of fairytale; upon which the legends of folklore breaks at dawn\\

    ©silvern_art

  • indigo_ink 28w

    Princess. The Pretty Princess.


    Silvery cloth; Seamless and long;
    Golden Embroidery;
    A silky saree fitting the form of the lady of the land.
    Golden earrings; Golden bracelets;
    Golden diadem; Golden necklace;
    A lady laced with the gold and the glow.
    Fair skin; Soft cheeks; pink lips;
    Brown eyes; Brown hair; Big hips;
    Bhavini the indian, my pretty princess.


    Your eyes make the damned devils go 'awwn',
    No one nears you,
    Your smile lights a living room,
    No one nears you,
    Your style is supermodel fashion,
    No one nears you,
    Your voice is melodious music,
    No one nears you,
    Your touch is Midas touch,
    No one nears you.


    Bhavini has a gaze like a goddess,
    Bhavini has a talent in her touch,
    Bhavini is worth a trip to hell and tomfoolery in heaven.
    Bhavini has eyes like an amber,
    Bhavini has legs like thin timber,
    Bhavini is the talk of the town.
    Bhavini has heart like a lion,
    Bhavini works words like a leader,
    Bhavini has the heart and mouth to make a new nation.




    All rights reserved
    ©fullstop_poet

    #fairytale #folklore #wod

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    Princess. The Pretty Princess.

    Silvery cloth; Seamless and long;
    Golden Embroidery;
    A silky saree fitting the form of the lady of the land.

    Your eyes make the damned devils go 'awwn',
    No one nears you.

    Bhavini has a gaze like a goddess,
    Bhavini has a talent in her touch,
    Bhavini is worth a trip to hell and tomfoolery in heaven.
    ©fullstop_poet

  • miss_positive 28w

    Mother Nature

    As I walk through the forest, with it's trees of lush green.
    I wonder about her, with beauty unseen.

    She wispers and laughs through the wind and the brooke.
    But you wouldn't find her even if you look.

    About her, people have written far-fetched tales and folklore.
    But they don't comprehend, she is all that and much more.

    I saw her once in a dream so real, that when I reached out to her I could almost feel.
    Her long locks of tangled vine and lips the color of ruby red wine.
    She wore a dress of soft fresh moss and her head was daisy crowned.
    It was so glorious and so lovely I didn't dare to make a sound.
    She was so beautiful and so sweet, with bracelets and bangles of gold on her feet.

    All this and more, I could go on for ages.
    But if you saw her yourself you could write your own pages.
    ©miss_positive

  • yasasvee_varsha 28w

    Sometimes,the fantasy in a folklore
    Creates a fairytale
    Just like people creating their own fantasies
    In their dreamy world!!

    ©yasasvee_varsha

  • _shael 28w

    #tale #wod

    What was there yesterday
    As a reality in flesh & blood
    With the teachings of the great
    Breathed into the life
    Through tales and folklore.

    Thousands of these
    Tell the stories of the bygones
    The kings who ruled ,
    the warriors who fought
    Kingdom who witnessed the history unfold.

    These tales smelt of the earth &
    Of air filled with blood of our heroes
    The songs of the past have just
    Sang their way into the textbooks.

    The saints who walked by the lands
    Leaving the teachings behind
    A knowledge that will lead mankind
    To the path of enlightenment.

    Let's preserve the mythology
    Beliefs of the glorious times
    & pass onto future generations
    See them become better humans.
    ©_shael

    #wod #tale #folklore #writersofmirakee #writersnetwork @mirakee @writersnetwork

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    Myths or Mythology!!

  • samzstory 28w

    Remembrance

    There was a tell,
    inside another tell.
    Life was not easy
    for him but he never say never.
    The tell of "Dhruv" which
    I tell every child as a humble
    Remembrance.
    ©samzstory

  • mollyryann 28w

    First and foremost, i'd write letters and send them with a kiss and a rose, or send smoke signals and till the fog clears, some say times like this call for desperate measures
    But I love you more than ever even though you may think I take pleasure in you losing your mind, I love you the most I never meant to lead you astray, I still love you even if we know it wasn't in the same way, but we held out through our roughest patches, even though our candles burnt out at the darkest times, your grief as its host we both know there's no such things as ghosts.

    And i'm at a loss for words
    My diary's soaked in tears
    Right now I wished you were here, riddled in grief
    Trying to decypher the code behind my emotions dear. And I follow the north star straight until morning, till the journey ends, i'm right here cause your my favorite person, I still mourn you while everybody just accepts that your dead, while I know you know i'd give up a thousand heartbeats for my best friend. And i'm still in tears, wishing I could see you again.


    And I find me talking to myself, till I lose track of time, no amount of faith, trust or pixie dust, can help my imagination run wild and faraway from here, even if it is a scene from your nightmares , all I dream about is being embraced in your arms my dear, and time stands still, and your no lost boy cause this isn't neverland, i'll love you forever, even if your in denial like a hopeless child, I will stand trial just so you have someone to believe in.

    And maybe it's another classic fairlytale,
    A mystery behind that folklore like smile. Your so beautiful when you laugh like a child. Cause darling we were young and wildly in love, but anything but clever I just wish it could've stayed that way forever. My grief worsens each time I remember, i know I say i'm fine when I could be doing better, i'm sorry hows the weather ... Up there.

    #prompt #wod #fairytale #folklore

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    In tears... For my best friend

    ©mollyryann

  • devikasethumadhavan 28w

    Tales

    Rainy days with the smell of fresh mushrooms reminds me of the stories from grandma. Her soft cotton saree wrapped me in her cozy lap as always. She used to tell me the story of a good witch who used to roam around the old village for food. She was abandoned by her family for following witchcraft. Her magic potions for curing diseases and spells to hold fear were quite famous in the neighbourhood.
    She travelled from mountains to rivers to collect the magic plants and returns to her hut in between the rocks. Once two evil spirits came searching for a toddler in that village. When the night engulfed the village, they ran away with the child. His parents were too worried and cried out loud to the good witch. Without any delay, she took her magic book and started some chants, before finishing, they could hear the child crying inside their house! Good witch saved the child and her name was praised for the deed after that.

    One story which kept on eating my dinners was this.
    ©devikasethumadhavan

  • sarahrachelea 30w

    She is the retrospective lullaby
    Of his vintage heart
    ♥❤♥

    ~ his story
    ©sarahrachelea

  • sarahrachelea 31w

    Why bother be an Alpha when you were born Sigma?

    ~ shewolf ~
    ©sarahrachelea

  • sarahrachelea 32w

    He's a hot sunny day in the summer
    He made her pink moon heart
    Like a melting dreams of strawberry ice cream
    He's hotter than the sun and the summer


    ~ pink moon
    ©sarahrachelea