Daily Archives: May 5, 2017

Carrot and Coals VIII…

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…A hand extended, smiling eyes unseen but felt.

She takes the hand, stiff after the long vigil in the chill of night, accepting assistance to regain her feet.

The grass is cold, frost biting her bare toes.

Above, a million stars streak across the heavens.

It is done.

The old one smiles and raises his hand…

…. Voices call her back.

The sunlight casts a pale golden glow … across the circle her companion opens his eyes.

There is something she recognises in them….

She knows not what it is…

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…Atop the mound the grass is chill and damp though the sun shines clear.

There is no shelter and the wind ruffles her hair, an ancient grandmother caressing her child.

She closes her eyes, folds her hands on her breast beside him, relaxing into the other sight.

The shift comes.

The world again falls away.

She is glad of his presence as the veins of her eyelids are painted green against the grey light… green and grey he had said of the one he had seen…

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The Feathered Seer – Fear

The Silent Eye

‘All of you undisturbed cities,

haven’t you ever longed for the Enemy?’

Rainer Maria Rilke

“Burn and Grieve.”

The title stared back at me from the screen. It seemed prophetic. Mute fingers poised, I wondered what on earth had possessed me. How could I possibly write anything that would meet the expectations raised by the previous workshops? I didn’t even have a proper story! Nothing that would hold up as a five-act ritual drama, the format Steve had pioneered as the template for the annual workshops.

In previous years, Steve had taken us from a lost mountain monastery to ancient Egypt via an unexplored planet. Stuart had followed with the woven tales of the Foliate Man. All of them wonderful stories. Me? I had a handful of whispering stones, a few fragmentary glimpses into a debatable past and a speculative theory or two. For a moment, only three of the…

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