Guenivere and Lancelots Forest
Satyrs were male creatures who inhabited woodlands and forests in Greek mythology. They often accompanied Dionysus, and were frequently depicted in art and myth as members of the god's
ecstatic entourage (an entourage, by the way, which included not only satyrs but the wild women known as Maenads or Bacchantes). Perhaps Satyrs would have been gentlemen had they met lovely Faerie
folk, such as the one resting on a leaf to your left which was created by Rebecca J. Van Acker.
Dionysus plays an active role in many works of poetry, tragedy and comedy (he was the patron god of the theatre, after all), and of course, has his share of mythological stories. And one of the most intriguing is the story of Dionysus at Sea.
Dionysus' formative years were spent in innocence in the company of the nymphs, satyrs, sileni, herdsmen and vine-tenders of Nysa. But when he attained manhood he set out on a journey through all lands, even into the remotest parts of India, instructing the people how to tend the vine, and other arts of peace, teaching them also the value of just and honorable dealings. Dionysus was praised everywhere as the greatest benefactor of mankind, but for all this if he met stubborn resistance from someone who refused to listen to his teachings, he always punished them severely.
Forest Sounds by The Faerie Keeper
Bent and stooped, but not broken,
gnarled finger barely able to write,
words poured across the pages with might.
A life now dimmed in ages raptor spent,
hair thinned and white, like moon light,
eyes dimmed to eventual darkened sight.
Yet she continued to write.
In the hollow of the "forest" tree,
wrapped in golden hair and bound,
her message to us, one day was found.
Gathered in the slumber of summer day,
an Elder read from her pages of writ,
and there for days and days, we sit.
Tucked into our memories to use by us one day,
patiently gathering in each word we heard,
those words she did yet write, a Faerie's word.
In our youth not yet spent, her word on high,
yet not to hear them from her own precious lips,
we sit to hear and honestly with tears, wonder why
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