The Hunter

A bubbling cookpot over a fire

Diced meat and roots were stewing

Behind his red-rimmed tired eyes

Dark thoughts and storms were brewing

Back and forth the memories ran

In bleak shadows on his face

Lazy circles of a wooden spoon

Were in the cookpot traced

Screaming echoed in his mind

Those lost being lost again

Mechanically he raised his bowl

And spooned the thick stew in

All he loved was lost now

All his life was bled

Moonlight glinted on cold steel

As he tallied up his lead

Blood for blood he hunted

Through the land he crept

Those he sought would know him

And rue the tears he’d wept

The sun was not yet rising

When he pulled his small camp down

In the predawn chill and grey

He was a wraith without a sound

Coppyright Aarron Mondello

27/7/2018

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My world is growing

First of all I would like to extend my utmost gratitude to the people who have followed me during the last couple of months. There are a few of you who I see have read almost every one of my poems and that is truly a profound experience for me personally. You have my undying gratitude. 

Now, I have been writing poems and short stories for over twenty years and only about three months ago finally found the courage to start sharing them. It has been, and still is, a scary ride. A lot of my words hold deep meaning to me and to open them to an actual audience is frightening, yet exhilarating. I find I am almost addicted to it now and despise the days when life prevents me from writing or sharing with you all. And at this time of year those days seem plenty. At least to me.

I would ask a favour of any who do read my words though. A small one. I would like critique. Constructive criticism, if you may. As much as I truly appreciate the likes and follows, I have spent most of my life hiding from the world at large and would greatly love to know what you think of my words.

And now to the subject of my title. My World Is Growing. In April 2017 I was consumed by a tale that needed to be told, one I have not yet shared here. It was a feverish need to get this story out over the course of four days. Surreal to remember now how every moment I had a pen in my hand writing it. And the few times I could not actually put words down my mind was racing and over flowing with the words that came next.

For the most part, over those four days, I had no idea what I was writing and often stopped to exclaim surprised to my lovely lady “Holy crap! He found a boat half buried in the ice!” Or “He is the blood of Vor’Dalee!” She had little idea what I was talking about. Until it was finished I would not share much of what I had written to even her.

With the courage I have gained since starting this blog and my facebook page I have begun to build this world further. And it is growing. Calling to be coloured and asking that soon I share it with others.

I have you all to thank, anyone who has ever read anything I have written, for the courage to build this growing world.

I look forward to the day I begin to share the world of Galdenya with you and hope with all my heart you enjoy seeing it as much I have enjoyed carving it from the block of my mind.

Thank you all. May you have a safe New Years and a prosperous 2018.

Thank you.

Aarron Mondello

31/12/2017

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Image is my pages waiting for me to fill them and the sword with which I carve my worlds.