The Little Isle; An Illustrated Tale of Faerie – First Draft

The Little Isle; An Illustrated Tale of the Realms of Faerie – this magical collaboration is slowly building towards becoming a publication and will feature these words below with the marvellous artwork of New York-based artist and designer Toni DB. For this first edition you will need to content yourselves with my illustrative scribbles which are in here for fun and to help get the process started. Toni’s illustrations will be appearing increasingly in future drafts as I blog the piece in a few stages of development so you will be able to experience the growth towards being ready for a publisher’s consideration. Wish us well on this exciting adventure.

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The Little Isle

Let Snowdrop Fairy flutter,01

A crumbling pixy utter,02

Does no one now believe?

No one now believe

 

Rock troll in mountain melds04

Where elf-lore was upheld03

No longer real belief

Oh, you who once believed

 

Bumbling Hobb is sadly gone005

Where Titania is frowned upon006

Doubters scoff belief

Where doubters scoff belief

 

The fabled ancients say,045

As tall tree people sway,044

You no longer believe

No longer believe

 

Jackie Paper blows007

With Samwise to goodness knows008

The land of disbelieve

Land of disbelieve

 

Eritrea altered course010

White waves leaping horse011

Die as you disbelieve

As you so disbelieve

 

Will o the wisp will splutter,009

Wish Fairy dying stutter,018

Death of belief

Death I believe

 

Dragon-heart,019 Camelot,020 clover021

Flower-painter,012 cobbler,013 prince;014 all over049

In doubt you lost belief

All gone, oh yes, believe

 

Sleepy hill022 or hidden meadow023

Timeless tower024 or treasured bower025

Forgotten to believe

Too modern to believe045

 

The turn of page,026 the nod of dream032

The whirl of pool,031 the trickster’s scheme033

Are all beyond belief

Belief beyond we leave045

 

Let dandelion fly,027 or white fluff sail028

Let all cream curdle,029 each story fail030

Die without you; disbelieve

You do not now believe

 

No stones open,034 no princess dance035

A swan is just a swan,036 a frog will not advance037b

A foolish past believe037a

They used to all believe047

 

Go sweep the moon,038 go skip the primrose039

Smash the tooth,040 the lost morose017

Forget all once believed

To dwindle we believe035

Dwindle we believe009

Dwindledwindle box

 

For those of you still wishing015

The fey are all diminishing017

No matter how you weaveknot dragon to wash

No matter how you weaveknot to wash.jpg

 

Or does a little glimmer stubbornsea four castle

Provide a tiny isle to live on046

In the way that you perceive?016

In the way that you perceivesea four oh and a cloud

 

So still the faerie weaveweave box

In the way that you believe

In the way that you believe

Believebelieve box

 

Say, faerie live today

In the way that I believe

In the way that I believe

The way

I believei believe box

 

 

 

Adrian Spendlow

 

Toni; the images are just to fill the spaces for now, I don’t expect they will inspire too often. One thing I realise I have not been too good at is the ‘recipient’; like I’ve done someone blowing the dandelion but not having the dream or looking disbelieving or imagining the white horse etc.

I have very little idea as yet on page layout or font type or font integration.

 

Footnote: I have been a year thinking of a suitable tale to match the magical work which is to come; I am tremendously excited and fittingly thrilled.

 

 

 

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Great Gig last night – Union Mash Up, Hull

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Great Gig last night – Union Mash Up, Hullmoody umu.jpg

Yes it was a great gig, and it was very important to me. I wouldn’t have got there if it wasn’t for Gramey of Slim Knows Time, (That’s us below pictured with Ana Maus), he was nearly dying from a virus, but he picked me up and dragged me there. At my insistence of course. I just had to be there. I had my first chemotherapy the day before and I was supposed to be totally washed out and unable to get out. I was in a terrible state, but yes, I had to be there.

Gra hadn’t been able to lift his guitar the day before and still was unable to turn his head (which made for an interesting drive) but he got me there and even managed to play for a short set as Slim Knows Time in the middle of the show.

We finished the night with a few at the end plus an amazing encore set when half the audience had gone. A drummer friend had been unable to come due to possible malaria, so gra and ana stepped in at the end to do some of the pieces I had planned with her. Notably my praise poem which includes all the Norse Goddesses and which was described as very moving and unlifting by a lady wiping tears from her cheek. We also did a bit of Elliot, Whitman, WCW, Kenneth Koch and a few of mine all in a beat poetry style.

A little thing like a bit of chemo can’t stop me doing the things I love to do. And this was the first gig of a whole new series I have planned. The beginning of a dream.

For some strange reason I am calling it the Provinces Tour. I started in the vibrant city of Kingston Upon Hull  the City of Culture 2017, and I plan to do parts of the tour in St Andrews, Edinburgh, Bergen and London; so it is hardly the provinces – but the idea has been in my mind for a long time.

The idea being that I do an evening of storytelling in cosy venues where I can just do my own thing; fitting in exactly what I fancy at the time I am aiming to include Scarborough (of Soldiers, Sailors and things a bit fishy), Malton (Steam days, Vikings and a bit about Beer) and little villages and towns along the way

For this one I brought a story back to folklore from the work of Chaucer, I did the thousand plus year old Tora in the Tower, mixed with modern mystery, and Hobb tales (among others).

I am starting to look at where to go next (there were already a couple of interesting ideas for returning to Hull (including a return visit to the smashing Union Mash Up.

Yes I am going to keep doing the things I love. My good friend Mary said I should blog about my health issues. and it does seem to fit in with telling you my plans.

I met my maker only about eight weeks ago now. In my mind I decided where I was going and what I needed to do before I went. Things change fast though, and from down there was a way up. Life looks horrid, but for me this is a horrid road which leads to being better.

It will be a year long journey of chemo and a rather nasty op so I am going to be really struggling over this year. But I did it, I went out there and dragged my self in and people ended up say what amazing energy I have. So I can do the things I love.

I am not going to be working totally full time. Just the things I love and that are important. So it looks like I am moving, I wont be able to keep up with the rent and am moving for recooperation. This will be though in such a way that I can still do my main things.

This will of course include blogging and selling online audio books and Spendlow TV!

It will also mean I shall carry on the drama work with We Are Theatre and some brilliant community projects as team leader (to date in, Bridlington, York and Hull). There is no way I can not go to Norway, in particular as Skald to my blood Brother in the Viking Town of Gudvangen (among other places), I am also hoping to be asked to return to the Mythology Festival in Jelling, Denmark and of course the very exciting tour of the rock opera Gods Bless Ya!!! with my amazing Norns Sigrun and Alda.

My next excitement is Rollercoastival in February as the Pied Piper of Scarborough taking you to a magical place.

There will also be a few lovely festivals and stone circle stories plus a few sessions as Celebrant.

So quite a bit really 🙂

Wishing Health and Love and Light

slim-at-umu

Oh yes, and Ruthy says I am going to be like a lat!

Update:

I am also planning to follow a couple more of your suggestions Ruthy. One is a new style to go with the skinny look – I am planning to go Mod with brogues an’ everyfink.

There is the brand new short hair cut (long hair falling out was a bit upsetting). But in no time that will be all gone and I will follow the other piece of advice and have a head tattoo.

O course the hair will all grow back, but,,,,

They tell me it grows back different!!!!!

I am putting in a request to the gods for a Ginger Afro!

A word of love to others, I am told I will be well again, and I know I will be touring and performing far and wide as 2017 progresses forward into health.

This is a time to think of others though. Many friends and others I have talked to are not so lucky to be given such a promise. I send love and respect, for everywhere where people are suffering with cancer I hear a balanced loving positive approach. I have so much respect for you all and send healing love. x

 

 

I Will Be Standing – (in Norway)

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red shipsI Will Be Standing – (in Norway)

I will be standing at the AllT’ing

Amid the timeless circle of chieftains

Echoing ever backwards and onwards

I will be standing, to proclaim my chieftain; my king

My king among men

Among my Njardar Clan

I will be standing at the Borre gathering

I will be standing, amid the circle of stones

Within the stones

Within the tribes of old

I will be standing for the myriad of visitors of Gudvangen

I will be busking

I will be raising the hearts and the spirits of many within the walls

As long high falls fall

I will be standing

I will be bringing donations; so eagerly given

To create our future

A vision

The Viking long past on our land

I will be standing; where a stave church will stand

And seeing it becoming because of us

I will be standing; at a gathering

A thousand yearlong gathering

In Sarpsborg

Among men I met in old Jorvik

Who invited me

To tell stories

With my Chieftain

I will be standing

For Njardar

In the land of God’s Water

To be international

At our market

Where fighters,

And crafters,

And wrestlers

And choirs

Will join with my telling

Of weddings

Of AllT’ing

Of merry making

And I hear today

I will be staring

At an old stone

Depicting

The brave ones

Of the ancient times

In their red boats of bravery

I will be standing in Norway

At the old stones

Of memory

I

Adrian Spendlowred ships

The old road of history leads us to what are believed to have been thirteen circles of thirteen stones. The graves of the women, the seats of the meeting, the place of the forever. Hunn near Skjærsilden, near Oslo. Here we stand at the Stortinget Plasser to rediscover what is truly in the heart and the bones. For we stand there and we know.