
The story encompasses many themes –
~ The struggles of ordinary people under the rule of the dishonest rich and powerful, and a dream for equality, justice and a voice for us all;

~ A search to find value once again in life’s simple truths;
~ An exploration of ancient Pagan beliefs and Dark Age ideas about the world;
~ Ideas about balance and the wheel of life – accepting both life and death, day and night in all things;
~ A longing for a time before cars, concrete and all things industrial and corporate;
~ A desire to reawaken a love for stories and recognition of their importance in society.
The Game


The Illustrations

The Font
The font design is based on alphabets in Anglo-Saxon manuscripts and other illuminated gospel books like the Books of Durrow and Kells.
The Board

And here is an extract from the story:

...In warmer days the greenness came
As summer fullness smiled;
In contented, heady, pregnant air
Our Faran’s time was whiled.
Then around a corner one midday
Beside a meadow sweet
Came fiddle music, frisking-fast and
The sound of tapping feet.
Faran neared, intrigued to find
A flabbergasting sight ~
A motley stranger, red and yellow,
His costume chequered bright.
A wood contraption round his shoulders,
And hooked onto one end
A wobbling little whimsy-man,
A dancing puppet friend.
As the jester played the devil’s tune
And jigged all up and down,
It caused those puppet feet to tap
Of the wee lopsided clown.
By his side, a patchwork knapsack,
All bulging, tied with twine;
Some strange light from out the bag
Mysteriously did shine.
Faran tiptoed, quite bewildered
Closer to the gleeman;
‘How-di-do?’ The stranger asked him,
‘I s’pose you must be Faran?’
His face was funny, his eyes were fiery,
He’d a lilting, joking voice;
The puppet danced whene’er he moved
Because he had no choice.
‘My name’s Fyr’ grinned the jester,
‘I’ve come to join the dance;
Come sit awhile beside me here
And play my game of chance.’
The harlequin, ungainly-tall,
Sat his bright body down;
The wood contraption clacked and rattled;
The puppet seemed to frown.
So Faran sat and watched in awe
As the motley-magic-man
Reached inside his coloured sack;
And wild his blood it ran.
Out came dice and playing cards
And curiosities
And jumping beans and dominoes
And candles, tricks and keys.
And tiny phials all filled with fire
And stones and beads and sticks
And rare glass balls and wooden spoons,
A mad embroidered mix!
Chancy games and fateful tricks
The harlequin did play;
And all the while the puppet watched,
Not one word did he say.
Copyright © Rima Staines 2008

As summer fullness smiled;
In contented, heady, pregnant air
Our Faran’s time was whiled.
Then around a corner one midday
Beside a meadow sweet
Came fiddle music, frisking-fast and
The sound of tapping feet.
Faran neared, intrigued to find
A flabbergasting sight ~
A motley stranger, red and yellow,
His costume chequered bright.
A wood contraption round his shoulders,
And hooked onto one end
A wobbling little whimsy-man,
A dancing puppet friend.
As the jester played the devil’s tune
And jigged all up and down,
It caused those puppet feet to tap
Of the wee lopsided clown.
By his side, a patchwork knapsack,
All bulging, tied with twine;
Some strange light from out the bag
Mysteriously did shine.
Faran tiptoed, quite bewildered
Closer to the gleeman;
‘How-di-do?’ The stranger asked him,
‘I s’pose you must be Faran?’
His face was funny, his eyes were fiery,
He’d a lilting, joking voice;
The puppet danced whene’er he moved
Because he had no choice.
‘My name’s Fyr’ grinned the jester,
‘I’ve come to join the dance;
Come sit awhile beside me here
And play my game of chance.’
The harlequin, ungainly-tall,
Sat his bright body down;
The wood contraption clacked and rattled;
The puppet seemed to frown.
So Faran sat and watched in awe
As the motley-magic-man
Reached inside his coloured sack;
And wild his blood it ran.
Out came dice and playing cards
And curiosities
And jumping beans and dominoes
And candles, tricks and keys.
And tiny phials all filled with fire
And stones and beads and sticks
And rare glass balls and wooden spoons,
A mad embroidered mix!
Chancy games and fateful tricks
The harlequin did play;
And all the while the puppet watched,
Not one word did he say.
Copyright © Rima Staines 2008

This is so magic. It's a beautiful idea.
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ReplyDeleteRima - you succeeded in capturing the feeling of an ancient time in the creation of the game and your book. Beautiful. You should always keep this. It is powerfully expressive of you.
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Amy
Rima - that is the coolest.thing.ever! How amazing are you? I love every artfully designed, incredibly thought-out, resonately mythical part of it.
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ReplyDeleteVickie
I found your blog through Jess... what an absolute delight it is, like walking into a fairytale..
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ReplyDeleteI've stumbled upon this post and am awed by your wondrous creativity Rima. So glad you're in the world your magickal mind makes it infinitely better.
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