Rae Fairchild (MRB)
Bio
I love to write; putting pen to paper fills my heart and calms my soul!
Rae Fairchild is my pen name. (Because why not? Pseudonyms are cool!)
I do publish elsewhere under my real name, Mary Rae Butler. (Fairchild, an old family surname.)
Stories (70/0)
The Eyes are Mightier Than the Mouth
This poem was written in response to the Rattle® Poetry Ekphrastic Challenge for June 2023 and was ultimately not selected. You can find more information here. https://www.rattle.com/ekphrastic/ The image that this poem was specifically written about can be found here. (June 2023 – Judith Fox’s “Untold Stories”) https://i0.wp.com/www.rattle.com/ekphrasis/EC23Jun.jpg?ssl=1
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)11 months ago in Poets
Taken Aboard
This poem was written in response to the Rattle® Poetry Ekphrastic Challenge for May 2023 and was ultimately not selected. You can find more information here. https://www.rattle.com/ekphrastic/ The image that this poem was specifically written about can be found here. (May 2023 - Carmella Dolmer's “A Lonesome Border”) https://i0.wp.com/www.rattle.com/ekphrasis/EC23May.jpg?ssl=1
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)about a year ago in Poets
Forgive Me
This poem was written in response to the Rattle® Poetry Ekphrastic Challenge for May 2023 and was ultimately not selected. You can find more information here. https://www.rattle.com/ekphrastic/ The image that this poem was specifically written about can be found here. (May 2023 - Carmella Dolmer's “A Lonesome Border”) https://i0.wp.com/www.rattle.com/ekphrasis/EC23May.jpg?ssl=1
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)about a year ago in Poets
The Sword Thief - Part 3
Arthur was disorientated and drowsy from the poison as he stumbled his way up the long twisting stairs to his bedchamber. Magically disguised as a pageboy, Morgana le Fay trailed behind him, carrying a jug of wine. Once inside, Arthur struggled to remove his armor. Morgana set the wine jug down.
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)about a year ago in Fiction
The Sword Thief - Part 2
Magically disguised as a pageboy, Morgana le Fay stood silently behind a long table of knights, holding a jug of wine. Minstrels played as Arthur and his men ate and drank in celebration. They had been victorious in battle just the day before.
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)about a year ago in Fiction
The Sword Thief - Part 1
Morgana le Fay knelt next her lover Accolon, weeping. He was dead, from a fatal wound inflicted by Arthur. She looked around the battlefield, where countless bodies lay slain. This was Arthur’s doing. He had so ruthlessly persecuted the old ways and the old religion that many had revolted against him. He slaughtered those that did.
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)about a year ago in Fiction
America's Patchwork
This poem was written in response to the Rattle® Poetry Ekphrastic Challenge for April 2023 and was ultimately not selected. You can find more information here. https://www.rattle.com/ekphrastic/ The image that this poem was specifically written about can be found here. (April 2023 – Lou Storey’s “All of Us”) https://i0.wp.com/www.rattle.com/ekphrasis/EC23Apr.jpg?ssl=1
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)about a year ago in Poets