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Traffic Generator


I couldn’t think of a better 200th post for my blog. Just now, I received an email from the editor of Children’s Stories telling me that my poem was viewed more that 3,800 times since it was published at their website. She told me that the number is well above average, which makes me so happy.

I like to thank my fellow bloggers who helped in generating this traffic. If you haven’t read my poem yet, you can by following this link http://www.childrens-stories.net/poems-and-rhyming-stories/go~to~sleep~my~little~kitten_margaret~benison.htm

Speaking of traffic, my short story November 13th made it to the top viewed mystery stories on Short Story with over 9,000 views! You can read it by following this link. http://www.short-story.me/mystery-stories/597-november-13th.html

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I hope we all get to stay on the right track! 🙂

Guest Post by Will Moorfoot


I decided a while ago to start posting guest posts to my blog. After careful consideration of the submissions, I decided to let Will Moorfoot be my first guest.If you want one of your posts to be featured, simply follow this link or visit the Contact Me page on my blog.
On Man

 The stubborn gale wailed in the swarthy twilight.

All around, the lush, autumn leaves were swept

Into elaborate complexions upon the dank, freezing air.

In the distance, growing closer by the minute,

A windswept, shivering traveller approaches;

Intent upon reaching the small settlement

Of Rynde by midnight.

The evergreen wood to the right doth moan

A loathsome sound as branches and leaves

Are knocked and wrenched in all directions,

The dark Confusion of the luminous Night.

 

Pausing for a moment or two,

That wanderer looks up at the furious moon

And its angelic, burning light, concealed half

From view by swirling, grey clouds of wrathish like,

Their hollow laughs and cackles are the wind.

“I do wonder.” That solitary man muses,

“Whether mortals such as myself,

Could find safe passage to that

Most divine orb and reach celestial height.”

 

For some time he stands there,

Pondering the possibility of flying.

Yet eventually the shrieking storm

And howling torrents renew with an increased

Spite and vigour. He hurries on, in time

He’ll reach his mortal goal of that fair dwelling

Of bricks and man,

But not his divine aspiration.

 

Pity, almost harsh that he should not see,

That way out across the fields and hills,

Feral and wild as Nature is,

There lies a stairwell. Glinting

Like the onyx or the beryl stone,

An ethereal gateway to heavens yonder.

 

If he had but strayed from his road,

It would have been his to ascend

And the starry heavens his for the taking.

Alas, all that mortal eyes do sight,

Is stony path from which we must not flight.

Bio: I’m sixteen years old and love running and surfing. I’m an aspiring writer currently at college and hoping to do philosophy at uni which will help me combine my passions of writing stories and objective knowledge.

You can follow Will’s blog by following this link http://constantinewrathings.wordpress.com/

If you like his poem, you should go to this link on Amazon and check out his collection: http://www.amazon.co.uk/collection-Romantic-poetry-W-A-Moorfoot-ebook/dp/B00K40LA7I/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1399191262&sr=8-1&keywords=W.A+Moorfoot

It’s “A collection of poetry inspired by the Romantic era of literature concerning itself with all manners of oddities from daemons to cats,” says Will.
Thank you, Will!