Second visit to the Oracle because I thought there might be more, and because I’m procrastinating again. I’ve just started a new story, been doing research and adding ideas to the characters and the plot. According to the skeleton plot line, it’s a strictly historical story, no fantasy, no magic, real live historical fact.
It isn’t working out that way though. The historical facts throw up questions like why did Richard de Clare not marry until he was past forty and Aoife until she was twenty four and a king’s daughter, that my fantastically inclined imagination insists on answering with fantasy reasons. This is going to be fun, I think.
Hot darkness of the night,
when magic lies sleeping,
and desire dies
in the fiery coils of perfumed stars
that make the universe throb with steamy heat.
Green morning comes, waking the trees
with the cool blue voice of your breath,
ready to sail the vast ocean
of eternity’s glassy sky.