I Have Magic

My first prose poem in English !
A BIG thanks to Marguerita, who worked a lot on the correction !
And to Johnny, my first reader.
Enjoy !

I’m not sitting at my desk. I’m fighting Evil. With my Dragon : « Brisingr ». It means « Fire » in our magical language.
No, I’m not at my computer, working for Humans. I work for myself. It’s hard. But I like it. That’s my true life. I’m chasing adventures.
I don’t take the bus. No. Because, I fly with Brisingr through the air. My white Dragon. White like the snow. Like the old winters in the Vikings’ mountains. My white Dragon can breathe fire like Hell.
It will be a cold day in Hell.
I don’t eat in the canteen. I take my lunch in an old and strange tavern, in the middle of nowhere and I don’t drink Guinness either. No, I drink Hydromel. Sitting close to the fireplace, during the night, with strangers all over the place. Drinking, singing and whispering.
I don’t have a phone or keep a track of time. Time is nothing. I watch the stars to know the days, the years and the hours. It’s not about one month, it’s all about one full moon to the next one,
I don’t live in the real World.
I’m a Writer. I have Magic.


Tell Me

You are by my side, and I keep my ring,
We have our song, the one we sing,
You don’t need money, or a true beauty,
At least with you, I’m always happy.

Tell me that love, will never stop,
And, by the bad guys, we can’t be caught,
Tell me your feelings, will never leave you,
And you still want maybe a kid or two.

But you need to understand, I’m very afraid,
For the girls like me, those who feel so dead,
It’s so strange and frightening,
To see the World shining.

Tell me the bad times ar over,
And the Moon will rise in the night forever,
Tell me we will have our house in Laytown,
With very big walls, maybe blue or brown.

Tell me we will pickup shells for the rest of our life,
And tell me one day, I’ll be your wife…


Ode to the Violin

In the « Drogheda Writers Group », one of the writers gave me a challenge : Writing a Sonnet ! 
So, I did ! My first one. And I enjoyed, so maybe, next time…

My violin, you inspire me to sing,
How I love the way you create and play,
Always searching about the perfect string,
Invading my mind night and through the day.

You have many names, as I remember,
Maddie, Luna, Aithusa and more,
Playing with you from January to December,
If I can’t, my heart is so sore.

I’m dancing when I play with you,
You are my Magic Powers inside of me,
My happiness and my dreams too,
Fighting all the Monsters I can see.

In my nightmares, you’re always dying,
Sweating in my bed, where I’m lying.


Princess Of Darkness

First things, first, I’m gonna shout,
When winter comes, my demons cry out,
Because of me, the World will be torn apart,
I know for fact, I don’t have a heart.

Second things, second, I just feel my pain,
The cold in my veins, the frost in my brain,
Lost in the middle of the stars and black hole,
I know for fact, I don’t have a soul.

Third things, third, I’m the evil in your dreams,
Frost Giant, Trickster, it’s me and I’m your Queen,
All Heroes of the Universe can’t break my flood,
I know for fact, I just have a cold blood.


Lock & Key (English & French !)

I’m sorry Mick…
Je suis désolée, Mick…

Lock & Key

My English is not good enough, true,
But I want to write something new,
Attractive poem with splendid words,
Original writing in two differents worlds.

In the deep strange space begins my story,
Is be more like him and be less like me,
In a place who will remain nameless,
With a great King, Queen and Gods bless,

And just here, a man hidden in the shadow,
All people wonder : is he a friend or foe ?
An orphan boy born in a frozen place,
Just sat on the bridge, staring out into space.

The color of his mind is so dark,
Like his outfit, green and black,
A shining gaze by his lovely blue eyes,
Blue, like his frozen planet immense in size.

He seeks revenge far from the colourful sky,
And no one can’t stop his killing desire,
With his darkness deep inside,
There is nowhere he can hide.

He is the cursed man of the Vikings beliefs,
Poison in the bones, full of lies and mischief,
The monster that parents tell their children at night,
The merciless cold blood who always starts a fight.

But his lovely smile and beautiful blue eyes,
And his jokes are not like the others guys,
Handsome magic man and amazing fighter,
Kind of unlucky God but he is a survivor.

A thousand wars for his desperate anger,
Without family, no friends and no brother,
Born an innocent, lived a villain, died a hero,
I am not ashamed of my tears and sorrow,
With mystery, the last thing he told me :
« How to open a lock without a key ? »



Mes mots ne sont pas suffisants, j’en conviens,
Je veux écrire quelque chose dont on se souvient,
Ô belles paroles et ô magnifiques consonances,
À propos de deux Mondes en divergence.

Dans l’espace profond commence mon histoire,
Rien à voir avec moi, vous pouvez me croire,
Dans un endroit dont le nom restera secret,
Gouverné par un Roi, une Reine et des Guerriers.

Et juste là, un homme se cache dans les ténèbres,
Mais, est-il un ami ou un présage funèbre ?
C’est un orphelin, né sur un astre rival,
Assis sur le pont, il regarde les étoiles.

Si sombre est la couleur de ses pensées,
Comme le noir et le vert pour ses effets,
Un regard brillant derrière ses yeux bleus,
Azur, comme la planète de son adieu.

Il cherche la revanche par-delà le ciel étoilé,
Et personne n’échappe à son désir de tuer,
Avec ses ténèbres remplissant son esprit,
Il n’a nulle part où trouver abris.

Des croyances Vikings, il est le Dieu atroce,
L’homme espiègle empoissonné jusqu’à l’os,
Le monstre que les parents racontent aux enfants,
Le tueur sans pitié par un pouvoir aveuglant.

Mais son sourire et ses yeux céruléens,
Et ses facéties, digne d’un aigrefin,
Font de cet homme magique un combattant,
Malchanceux Dieu mais toujours survivant.

Mille guerres ne peuvent calmer sa colère,
Sans aucun ami, ni famille et sans frère,
Né innocent, vivant féroce, mort en héros,
Je n’ai pas honte de mon deuil et sanglots,
Avec mystère, voilà qu’à l’oreille il me murmure :
« Comment ouvrir une porte sans serrure ? »


Insomnia (French & English)

Insomnia (Français)

Ô belle Insomnia, Ô tendre Insomnie,
Tu es le monstre de toutes mes nuits,
Vue de ton ciel et de mes étoiles,
Je chasse les Affreux et les mygales.

Ô tendre Insomnie, Ô belle Insomnia,
Encore une nouvelle aube avec toi,
Quand le tonnerre gronde avec terreur,
Je vois défiler toutes tes heures.

Ô belle Insomnia, Ô tendre Insomnie,
Je tourne dans les draps de mon lit,
Car les ombres derrière ma fenêtre,
Veulent engloutir tout mon Être.

Ô tendre Insomnie, Ô belle Insomnia,
Ton crépuscule n’en finit pas,
C’est ton agrypnie qui m’infortune,
Et me fait prier sous la lune.

28.09.19 à 4h du matin.

Insomnia (English)

Ô sweet Insomnia, Ô dear Insomnia,
You’re the monster of my inertia,
Seen from my stars and your sky,
I’m hunting spiders and bad guy.

Ô sweet Insomnia, Ô dear Insomnia,
With you again, a new aurora,
When your thunder roars already.
Hours and minutes progress slowly.

Ô sweet Insomnia, Ô dear Insomnia,
I’m lying in my bed or my sofa,
Because all the shadows,
Scare me behind my windows.

Ô sweet Insomnia, Ô dear Insomnia,
Your twilight kills my karma,
Your darkness I’ll see it soon,
When I’ll pray under the Moon.

28.09.19 at 4am.

Hunter’s Moon

It was the last time I saw him,
Under the Full Hunter’s Moon,
The deep forest was so grim,
And no one could play our tune.

When the Bad Guy finally came,
Under the Full Hunter’s Moon,
I screamed my lover’s name,
But his death was his doom.

I saw a silhouette of a gun,
Under the Full Hunter’s Moon,
And my love couldn’t run,
Under the Full Hunter’s Moon.

He fell in the middle of the mud,
Under the Full Hunter’s Moon,
All I remember was the blood,
Under the Full Hunter’s Moon.

I closed his beautiful blue eyes,
My love, I’ll see you soon,
The sky whispers with the fireflies,
Under the Full Hunter’s Moon.