Musette Fledoolbeht

Rustic soul. Wild mama. Ink-drunk poet. 🌲 Author • Mountaineer • Green Witch 🍃 Writing stories from the wilds of motherhood ✨ Witchy WFM | Boho gardening | Folklore fire 🎒 Losing weight, growing food, growing dreams • #NemyndLife “Light fingers, polynymous heart, earth and nemynd under both.”

[deityoftellan-los]

I think this is why I keep writing about Nemynd--its forests, rain, gardens, and Cyssan running toward the sea with the witch doctors.

Some places do not feel real. We like to wallow in these imagined paradises first, then discover them later.

The water shimmered like glass beside a dream, the wind carried the scent of salt and green things, and the sand was soft enough to make you forget the weight of ordinary life. With my eyes closed and my heart open, I indulged myself in this gentle life.

Perhaps all writers are just gardeners trying to grow beautiful worlds before this one grows too loud.

[deityoftellan-los]

Some things were never planned, yet they turn out just fine.

Like the messy framework of an artist,

your life in its present chaos,

or that dream trip you've been aching for for so long.

Just let things be.

Because all things settle when the storm is done.

Everything will fall into its fated place,

no matter how vast the ocean,

the universe,

or the pages from one book to another.

What's meant for you will come to you.

And so will what's meant for me.

[deityoftellan-los]

You walk through a dirt path,

dry, dusty, and uneven.

Uncertainty envelops you,

the horizon unclear.

Crossroads crisscross before you,

yet by the sidewalk,

rows of flowers smile.

And that's when you realise

there is always beauty

at the edges.

[deityoftellan-los]

If you are a pond,

you would want some flowers

and animals frolicking in you.

Grass would want rich soil,

the caress of the wind,

and the fingers of hikers holding on to you on steep slopes.

Some things would want to be seen

as important as a tool,

and not just a thing for display.

Like the sunrise not only wanting to be admired,

but also wanting to contribute to your resilience,

to a plant’s daily nourishment,

and to bring forth light each day.

A father is not just a protector,

a cousin not just for fun times.

People don’t simply exist,

but are here to keep a continuous societal heartbeat.

We are all here not because we want to be,

but because we are reasons for someone else’s existence.

So be a tool, be a friend, be there for someone.

You just don’t know how useful you are.

[deityoftellan-los]

Love can make you do crazy things.

Love is a strange kind of magic. It turns one cautious and rational person into a reckless and brave romantic. It makes you wait for absolute nothing, forgive out of character, and leap without knowing where you'll land.

Love can make you do things that don't make sense at all but somehow feel like the only right thing you've ever done.

[deityoftellan-los]

A love so fragile, my love

[deityoftellan-los]

They say you are now in a better place

But I am not.

You left me here in darkness

With my heart with you

And I'm left with a painful hollow in my chest

Throbbing aches with its every phantom beat

You said when your mission is over then that's where it ends

But I still need you, Nay

I told you I still need you

And I love you

The child in me still hasn't outgrown your love

Still longing for your motherly gaze

So why did you have to leave so soon?

It's much more painful in the night

No more sounds, no more light

Coz that's when I hear your voice

And see your smiling face in my head

That's when I feel your presence in the living room

But I know when I come out you won't be there

And I know it's selfish for me to say, but sometimes

I wish to trade my sanity for your existence

Because grief

Doesn't pair well with loneliness

For if I had been alone,

I would never want to bury you

I would sleep beside you until it's time for me, too

But if you really are in a better place

I hope it's a place filled with the people you love

With the most comfortable bed

And the most velvety rug

With cherubim brushing your hair

And angels that make you sing and dance and laugh

And I hope you're laughing at your silly daughter now

Writing about you when there are still so many things to do

I just wish you're out there somewhere

Looking down on me or embracing me

Hearing my cries so you know how much I love you

And how huge the hole in my chest you pulled with you when you left

And I hope you're with Tatay now

And this time your love is sweeter

Forever.

[oncce-againn]

Wish you knew how many times I was about to reach out, so many times.

[astriloquum]

[deityoftellan-los]

Hello, my name is MF, and this is my little author account.

I’m currently working on the second part of my dark/high fantasy novel In Nemynd, which is about a young lady who stumbles upon a world of warring factions and can't or won't (?) get out unless she also gets her ex out of this strange world. As an unskilled human girl, she needs to survive or gets eaten by Wolves, Aswangs, etc 🥲

I'm on TikTok too, where I post all sorts of random stuff.

I’ve finished my first book, In Nemynd: There’s Dagny the Walking Tree, and it’s available on Google Books and Amazon. Hard copies are in the works! :)

I also write poetry, which was my first love, and songs.

Hey, Im on Tiktok and IG too

[nostalgicsoulsblog]

I stopped arguing with my intuition.

It’s been right too many times.

[deityoftellan-los]

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Societal Judgement

The possibility of a backlash

never crossed his stressed mind.

To protect,

to be the voice,

to be the keen eyes of

the weak,

the mute, and

the mentally disabled

was all he wished

to be.

For all his life,

he fought for desparkled children,

whimperers hiding their black and blues,

and owners being owned.

Calling out the abuse against his fellow men

was not enough for his defiant soul.

He had to stop

the cycle

himself.

Only then

would his

mission be accomplished, his mind at peace.

Mediocrity had no place

if big people flagrantly

stepped on them,

the underprivileged.

Yet sluggishness,

like that of a dromedary,

in one instance or

another, slowed or clouded his good judgment.

People uproared;

haters rose and cried, "Coward!"

Venom spurted and rained upon the whole nation.

"Is he a defender of the weak?

Why does he prosecute a weak woman?

A weak yet fighting woman against

a weak yet spoiled child.

How?

Where do we stand, my fellow human?

My fellow flawed, imperfect, problematic, unwise human

judged,

but can judge."

As a public figure

whose actions, even thoughts, are well-known,

decisions must be congruent with protecting.

Taking sides must take sennights of weighing,

calculating,

for the good of all,

or his?

With the bare-bones of his credentials,

we judge.

Outcry.

[deityoftellan-los]

Roadside Flower

Will you pick that wildflower by the roadside?

No one owns it, no one will cry.

It doesn't cost anything.

I could pick it for myself,

But I want to prove the starmongers wrong.

I boasted a millefleur of flowers from you

A millefleur of your lies, they retorted.

It seems I speak of foolery

When I chirp of flowers, and your nods are fake.

It seems we are no longer on the same path.

For when I want you, your eyes want another.

I long for longer hours while you hurry to the door.

In silence, I hear heartbeats while you sleep.

I watch the sunset beside you as you look at your watch.

There's nothing else I want but for us to want the same thing.

I just want this to work!

Isn't that what we're both supposed to want?

[deityoftellan-los]

I Didn't Cry Because of Tolstoy

I was ready, all packed. One step more and I’d be on the train leading to another side of the world.

And there he was, my mentor who became my best friend, casually asking me which Tolstoy or vampire book had made me cry, the one that puffed my eyes that day.

I shrugged and said, “You.”

I got on the train without saying goodbye. Nothing matters now anyway.