Shooting Hood in the Wood

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The Ballad of Allyn-a-Dale”s Launch Week+ continues!

And after a few minutes knocking my head against the blank, white wall of the page, trying to figure out how I wanted to introduce this post and its gallery of images, I came to an inspired remembrance: That sometimes, that’s what bards are for.

So I’m stepping aside ‘til after the main event. Take it away, Allyn-a-Dale!


An author with a love of tales –

Particularly those retold

About a certain outlaw

And his band merry and bold –

Herself betook and several books

Into the German wood,

To shoot (with camera, not a bow)

A show of Robin Hood.

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Among the many models,

An especial favorite:

A YA reimagining

By another Robin writ.

Cody 02

A new addition to her hoard,

Centered around a Will;

A little younger than her taste,

But she enjoyed it still.

Donald 02

Here, Angus Donald’s grimmer take,

Narrated by myself.

(And purchased, ere the shop passed on,

From a Bristol Ren Faire shelf!)

Lawhead 02

Another tale of Scarlet –

Second in a trilogy

That lends a sort of Celtic air

To Hood’s mythology.

Old Ballads 02

A chance find, and a happy one,

Among used books for sale.

Old ballads – many of Robin Hood;

One even with “Allin a Dale”!

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No such tribute’s complete, says she,

Without a nod to Pyle,

Seen here reposed upon a tree

In harmonizing style.

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And last of all, but far from least,

The author’s own addition:

A brand new ballad joins its tune

To the honored Hood’s tradition.


Beautifully told, thank you, Allyn! There are a few more book-in-the-woods shots where these came from, which will most likely find themselves on display on the Outlaws of Avalon Tumblr.

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Welcome to Avalon, a Renaissance Faire where heroes of legend never die. Where the Robin Hood walking the streets is truly the noble outlaw himself. Where the knightly and wizardly players of King Arthur’s court are in fact who they profess to be. Where the sense of enchantment in the air is not mere feeling, but the Fey magic of a paradise hidden in plain sight.

Enter Allyn-a-Dale. The grief of his father’s death still fresh and the doom of his own world looming, swirling realities leave the young minstrel marooned in an immortal Sherwood Forest, where he is recruited as a member of Robin Hood’s infamous outlaw band. But Allyn’s new life may reach its end before it’s scarcely begun. Their existence under threat, the Merry Men are called upon to embark on a journey to the dangerous world Outside – ours – on a quest which must be achieved without delay, or eternity in Avalon will not amount to very long at all.


*Bonus*: #HypotheticalFAQs

What if robin hood were a woman?

Marion raises a brow. “She might have mentioned that before our wedding.”

PerGoSeeMo Psalm 20

Psalm 20. “As Silver Refined” by Kay Arthur, pp. 193-194

            Like Author, like tailor –

Or such is his hope.

His heart holding love enough for all the worlds;

Every deed born of desire to serve;

All actions devoted to the Highest Good.

His deepest regret that he was not found worthy

To be the Messiah, so you would not have to.

That you died for him, not the other way ‘round…

That you moaned in the garden and he couldn’t hug you…

That he wasn’t at least there to carry your cross –

He’d gladly have been your Simon of Cyrene.

He’d gladly be anything you are,

Or anything you wish.

I wish I were more like my tailor.

            Like Author, like outlaw –

Or such is his hope.

His passion to see and to fill every need;

To be Good Shepherd to his flock of a band;

To guide them with tenderness, chastening gently.

The soft side of fair, but the rigid side, too:

For he must have justice; won’t suffer corruption;

Intolerant of anything less than upright.

He faces, unflinching, any consequence

Of doing that to which he knows he’s been called.

He gladly bore darkness to shine with your light.

He’d gladly be anything you are,

Or anything you want.

I want to be more like my outlaw.

            Like Author, like author –

Or such is my hope.

May those who look me-ward see more than a human;

Let God-ness inside of me be evident.

Give me more love – and, with that, much more patience –

Courageous perfection that casts out all fear.

Nudge my desires in line with your own,

And banish ambition that brings you no glory.

Transfer my center from my self to yours

And… could I get some seconds on that fearless love?

Help me to know your will and live it gladly –

To gladly be anything you are,

Or anything you ask.

I ask to be more like my Author.