“The Fair-Haired Maiden”


Where the water meets the rocky shore

Of Orkney Bluff next to the ruins,

There lies rubble of Selkie lore

Where slept great Men, Faye, and Druins

Upon the shore in wait;

There, I’ve hid my skin of fate,

Under a distant rock

And it shall never talk.

My fair-haired maiden, come away with me!

To the watery depths of the succulent sea

With a Selkie, embraced arm-in-arm

Your seven salty tears will bless our union and keep you from any harm.


Where moonlight dances upon the waves

Our reflections gently glisten in glee,

And into the night my heart craves

The deep blue depths of the sea,

Eyes of deep seeded coals

Entwined bodies, entwined souls

Onward in joyous jubilee;

Bodies moving rhythmically

Descending the depths of the night,

While fleeing the humanly world in fright

My eyes are anxious to see.

My fair-haired maiden, come away with me!

To the watery depths of the succulent sea

With a Selkie, embraced arm-in-arm

Your seven salty tears will bless our union and keep you from any harm.


Where the words of men whisper

In an ancient Orcadian dialect,

The frightful lore doeth stir

Leaving men to suspect,

Those Selkie men shed their skins

And walk confidently upon the land

Luring both woman and maiden

To commit an unspeakable sin

Leaving a scar upon heart and hand

-Perpetuating the fear of men.

My fair-haired maiden, come away with me!

To the watery depths of the succulent sea

With a Selkie, embraced arm-in-arm

Your seven salty tears will bless our union and keep you from any harm.


Reborn into the depths of lore,

The fair-haired maiden comes:

Nevermore to stand upon a human floor

Upon her parent’s heart, it grievously strums

For, she is now lost to the deep blue sea

Never to rejoin her bloody kin

With the Selkie folk forever she’ll be

-Never again to live among men.

The fair-haired maiden, she comes with me!

To the watery depths of the succulent sea

With a Selkie, embraced arm-in-arm

Your seven salty tears will bless our union and keep you from any harm.


An altered version of ‘The Fair-Haired Maiden’ poem will be showcased in SMP contracted novel, Sarah De Luz – Child of the Night, which is due for release spring 2014:


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Late at night when all is still.

I close my eyes until

I’m able to hear,

The cries and tears

-Of every man-woman-child’s fear.


They are but a simple plea.

Throughout the oceans

And over the seas,

A wish for freedom,

-The chance to be free.


From the children,

We hear a plea to only be,

A wish to eat, starvation extinct,

A plea to all -please bridge the link.


Humanity’s come far

From our early days,

But every step we take

With two back we pay.


I wish and long

To believe in humanity,

But alas, with closed eyes,

I fear, we shall forever see!





As the rain falls it washes away,

-The tears and laughter of another day.

Its pitter-pater plays upon the roof,

-Reveling to us its undying proof.


Within nature there lies nothing so pure,

-As the soft sweet smelling dew that occurs.

It’s a fragrance that takes your breath away,

-And sends your senses reeling at bay.


If you close your eyes time stands still.

Revealing life’s loving laughter you can feel.

It is something to wonderful even in pain.

So, we all find ourselves watching the rain.


Our feelings freely flow like the rain.

And our faces may become red and stained.

It is love, to my breast, I will gladly pull.

Honestly though, it is some kind of wonderful!

Equestrian Ink Blog Showcases Writer

Equestrian Ink Blog Showcases Writer

When Sara learns that her beloved thoroughbred has been stolen, she relies on fellow horse trainer, Ryan, to help her locate the missing horse. As she struggles to trust Ryan’s true intention, she finds out that while Ryan is helping her find her stolen horse, he has managed to steal her heart as well.

Please enjoy this post where Patricia talks about her journey toward publication:

My journey with horses started years ago; too many if I’m worried about my age. As a teenager, I watched the red and black coats flying through the valley on horseback, jumping coops, following dogs in the chase for a nonexistent fox.  In late fall, the entire town turned out to watch the cavalry games on the lawn of the quintessential mansion. Ahh, the nostalgic memories of my youth!

Fast forward to a husband and three children in the Chicago suburb of LaGrange Park. Despite a busy life and a demanding career, horses were still there, lingering in the background. My six year old caught the bug. From where is a mystery, but she had it bad. We signed her up for riding lessons at a stable we found in our suburb. Horses were back in full force, Saturday morning riding lessons and the occasional schooling show. She thrived.

Another move. This time we moved to our forever home on the outskirts of Springfield, Illinois. Was our dream finally coming true? We bought land, a farm house, and a barn; a barn to house our very own horses. It was not the home of my youth, with the green valleys and rolling hills, but it had its own charm and purpose.  Wherever I looked golden fields of wheat, rows of corn and the yellow flowers of soy beans captured my eye. I loved the land.

Weekends were spent traveling to horse shows. Funny, when a horse is shared, the angst between mother and daughter disappears. In time, my youngest went off to college, but I had the horses to soothe me. She graduated, got married, blessed us with wonderful children and my life went on. Horses still lived in my barn. Where did I get the idea to breed my mare? Was I going through my mid-life crisis? Yes! I made arrangements to send her to a local breeding farm, the home of a World Champion.

Three hundred forty-two days later, we saw the miracle of life. We had a filly. The following year, we had our second.  As life happens, I lost my beloved broodmare, but to this day I treasure her foals. The girls are stabled in Nashville, Tennessee with my trainer. I go there often to visit. My barn may be empty, but horses will always be in my heart.

I was never a writer, there just wasn’t enough time. When I retired, I panicked. What am I going to do with my time? My children are gone, my horses are gone, and my husband leaves me every day to go to work. I was alone. It didn’t take long for me to think, I’ll write. I’ll write about strong women, horses, and the love they share. It will give me purpose, even if no one else reads it. My writing became my companion. I couldn’t wait to get up in the morning and hit the keys. As the story unfolded, I thought, maybe others will want to read my book? The day I sent it off to a publisher, excuse me for the cliché, I was as excited as a kid in a candy shop. My first fifty rejections broke my heart but taught me a lesson. Before you send your manuscript off, you need to polish it and polish it again.

My first book sits proudly displayed on my coffee table. Since then, I’ve written four others, all to be published in 2014. Three of them include my hero, my love, my passion, and my addiction – the horse.

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Once I saw a little red wagon,

Upon a golden twisted road,

I even saw its tiny cargo,

-A little green slimy toad.

I watched for hours,

-Mesmerized as the toad sang.

His bright voice was brilliant,

-All around me it robustly rung.

But when his song was finally sang,

A single silent solitary tear I saw.

His face twisted, contorted in pain,

As I watched his small tear drops fall.

Slowly, I gingerly approached.

-The lonely sad silent slimy toad.

The one in the little red wagon,

-Upon the golden twisted road.

I asked him, with eyes wide open, “Why the tears?”

“Why little toad are you so grief-stricken?”

He only shook his green slimy head,

-And sadly said, “Men, men, men-”


“W-when will they ever l-learn…

These men?  When, when, when?

That you don’t have to be first…,

…In order to win!”


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She watches her star children from afar,

-Enchanted by their somber eyes of star.

Tantalizing Twilight has come to bore.

A sun kissed day shall spin and shine once more.

All one’s little children soon rise and wake,

To find the world is but only to take.

Once daylight was night, and nighttime was day.

All living creatures were happy and gay.

Time was split and worlds were willfully torn,

-All for the sake of humankind to be born.

They gingerly crawled from the deep blue sea,

-To gain stability and strength to be.

All that we are is all we shall become,

-Marching to the beat of the drummer’s drum.

Reluctant and unwilling to change our way,

Not knowing it’s our very lives at bay.

We silently sit and watch as we are,

-While day dreaming of distant worlds afar.

Never to see the sheer beauty of life,

The chain’s left unbroken to cut like a knife.

The Author’s Curve

Stolen Hearts

By Pat Hudson                

                                                                                   Patricia Hudson

Genre: Romance/Suspense

Heat Level: Medium

About the writer:

Patricia Hudson was born in Wales, UK. She currently lives Central Illinois with her husband, two dogs and four quarter horses. When she’s not writing or taking care of horses, she spends time with her three grown children and seven grandchildren.


After seventeen years of marriage, Sara’s husband betrays her, leaving her for another woman.  Angry and humiliated, Sara moves to Florida with her daughter and her two show jumpers determined to make a new life for herself as a horse grainer.

Her new work is filled with horse shows, students, drams – and Ryan, a fellow trainer, who she meets at the Midland Equestrian Center.  Her life is perfect, except for Derrick and Marcy, who covet her promising show jumper, Denby.   They stop at nothing to own the promising four year old, including trying to get Ryan, the man she is falling in love with, to help persuade her to sell her beloved horse.

When Sara learns that her cherished thoroughbred has been stolen, she must rely on Ryan to help her find her beloved Denby.  Even as she struggles to trust Ryan’s true intentions, she discovers that while Ryan is helping her recover her stolen horse, he has managed to steal her heart, as well.

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Stolen Hearts:

Love on the Double T:

The Call:

A Writer’s Desk

A Writer’s Desk

Contents of my writer’s desk are unique
Storing my inner-thoughts and waking dreams.
My desk opens with a slight shriek and creak
Together we both think of wondrous schemes.
My children’s toys sit on top to observe,
My thoughts take flight to greater worlds afar
My desk’s loyal drawers secretly serve,
-Every story, no matter how bizarre.
I’ve a favorite of the three drawers.
Not the first or second, but last of three.
Mysterious, leading to mystic doors
Twenty thousand leagues under the deep sea,
But when I’m done, I must close the drawer
– So all the lore won’t spill onto the floor.

Thursday Threads welcomes author, C.D. Hersh

The Promised One

By C.D. Hersh
Genre: Paranormal romance suspense

Heat Level: Sensual

When homicide detective Alexi Jordan is forced to use her shape shifting powers to catch a paranormal killer, she risks the two most important things in her life—her badge and the man she loves.


The woman stared at him, blood seeping from the corner of her mouth. “Return the ring, or you’ll be sorry.”

With a short laugh he stood. “Big words for someone bleeding to death.” After dropping the ring into his pocket, he gathered the scattered contents of her purse, and started to leave.

“Wait.” The words sounded thick and slurred . . . two octaves deeper . . . with a Scottish lilt.

Shaw frowned and spun back toward her. The pounding in his chest increased. On the ground, where the woman had fallen, lay a man.

He wore the same slinky blue dress she had—the seams ripped, the dress top collapsed over hard chest muscles, instead of smoothed over soft, rounded curves. The hem skimmed across a pair of hairy, thick thighs. Muscled male thighs. Spiked heels hung at an odd angle, toes jutting through the shoe straps. The same shoes she’d been wearing.

The alley tipped. Shaw leaned against the dumpster to steady himself. He shook his head to clear the vision, then slowly moved his gaze over the body.

A pair of steel-blue eyes stared out of a chiseled face edged with a trim salt-and-pepper beard. Shaw whirled around scanning the alley.

Where was the woman? And who the hell was this guy?

Terrified, Shaw fled.

The dying man called out, “You’re cursed. Forever.”

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Yearning, my soul longs to reunite,

With one whose love, I hold tight.

Desire has spun a web of delight,

Passion leads my heart to new heights.


Yearning, I long to be one,

With he whose soul is second to none.

Twilight has spread its blanket and run,

-Leaving two lovers to bath in fun.


Passion has embraced the night.

Tenderness has brought it to light.

Pleasure brings a hold of might-

My lover, the feelings so right!