Writing

I'm a member of several online writing clubs and organizations, some of them are Logres Weyr , Star Trek: USS Discovery , and Greytown. 

I like writing character driven stories, for me, the stories I tell are written about and for my characters. You can see pictures of a few of my characters spread around the page.

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The charming fellow at the top is called W'sedel. He's a real flirt, and a terrible tease. He stands only 5 feet high, but he has a much larger friend to look after him, and her name is Mirinth.

Falrillya, below, is from a remote coastal settlement. She's sad because she's just lost her mother, and for other, older reasons. I've written a long (novella length) story about her, but it's currently unpublished. One day her story will be told.

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Falrillya, a daughter of Sunshine Cove Hold

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Finally, Captain Joan O'Connell, of the USS Discovery. She's a fiery irish redhead from Western Australia, who believes in doing all things the right way...

I'm afraid I've had to give up Joan as a regular character due to lack of time.

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Here's a poem I wrote a while ago. I hope you enjoy it.

Che

Singing the Rain
 
• The mountains are eternal
• rising upwards through the haze. 
• Heads among the clouds they sit 
• singing the ancient songs, 
• their endless dreams are rolling 
• over a million years.


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• A bearded warrior sits 
• singing his bloody songs 
• of death and glory. 
• Come, gather round me in a circle,
• and listen to my song, 
• children of the thunder.


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• Hot from my hands 
• the burning spear points fly,
• Blood flows like rivers, 
• across the parched and thirsting land 
• quenching the fire for vengeance, l
• ike the rain.


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• Listen to me! 
• Last night I dreamed a dream 
• of old times, and great men. 
• Your fathers' dreams 
• run through this land 
• like rivers running to the sea.


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• Will you let the strangers roam 
• the land that is our heart? 
• To this land I belong - 
• My body is it's earth, 
• It's rivers are my blood. 
• The dead cry out on every breeze.


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• So let the rivers flow! 
• Let the dark waiting earth 
• drink up the bright red blood! 
• Sing down your father's ghosts, 
• take up your spears, 
• and walk with me to war!


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• I sing of death 
• before the sunset dies! 
• Tonight the skies will open 
• and swallow up the silent dead 
• the elders sing 
• to campfires in the sky.


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• The women will wail this afternoon, 
• But the women always wail. 
• The fight is just, and 
• burning hot our rage. 
• Sing with me now, my brothers, 
• pick up your spears, and strike!


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• Looming dark, his brothers huddle close. 
• Their stony brows are clouded
• filled with thoughts of rain. 
• The thunder booms, 
• his dreaming echoes through the years, 
• Singing down the glory, and the pain. 


Che Monro 1998 

Mt. Warning, Murwillumbah NSW, Australia

W'sedel, proud rider of Green Mirinth - by Laura Chapple

W'sedel, pencil portrait for Logres Weyr. Modeled on Michael J Fox.

Captain Joan O'Connell, USS Discovery

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Here's another recent poem. Not being a father, the inspiration for this one is kind of puzzling - I just woke up one mornign with it in my head. Still, you dont' refuse gifts, do you? In fact both of these poems were written in similar circumstances.

To My Son

• Wild with youth's unconquered joy,
• Overboard, my silly boy, 
• Falling free without a care
• Life's a game that all must share.

• Love is all I have for you 
• All I have and all I do. 
• I pray the Lord that he will keep, 
• You safe through youth and reason's sleep.

• The old are not so very wise 
• Foolish love shines in our eyes. 
• Perhaps we've learnt that life is cheap, 
• The night is long and dark and deep

• When I see you shining bright, 
• My heart is filled with wild delight 
• I see the dangers of your quest, 
• Young men are cursed and strangely blessed.

• I would save you if I could 
• From everything a parent should 
• From all the harm that's there beside 
• I cannot save you, but I've tried.

• Yet pleasure's not so far from pain 
• You can't have sunshine without rain, 
• In all the things you do my boy - 
• I wish you love. I wish you joy.

• Ride to danger, shining clear, 
• How I love you, deep and dear. 
• The love I feel is strong and true - 
• My heart will always go with you.


Che Monro 1998