Diana has a prompt for this novel-writing month, to write a short piece of prose or a poem from the POV of something from a different world. It so happens, I’m doing that more or less, and anything that helps the WIP along is welcome.
The image is one I found in my gallery. It’s from a reblog of one of Kerfe Roig’s posts.
He sees through the mists now, the shade that was a child once before becoming a giant, a colossus, a warrior. He sees what the men don’t see, with their living eyes full of mist and their ears full of the fluttering of wings. Shades. Owls perhaps. They see in the dark, through what isn’t there. The shade thinks like the child he is, but he is wiser than the men because he has seen death.
The men look up, and the shade realises he has been fluttering among the leafless branches, letting papery sounds like words fall from his non-existence lips. One of the men is full of fear. His eyes roll. The shade sees the whites, smells the sweaty smell of terror. The other is not fearful. His face shows sadness. He understands what the mists do, how they change people and twist things until nobody sees the truth behind the illusion. This man left his pride behind, the shade thinks and watches curiously.
All around him shades gather, fluttering, papery, not like the silence of owls. The big fearful man casts about again and suddenly he sees, the trees full of shades, children with outstretched hands, arms turning into wings, papery, owl-like growing silent as they grow stronger. The proud sad man clasps the other’s hand, the big man bows his head and the shade knows that he is weeping. Like the parents wept when their children were chosen. Shades now, ravelling up the mist, taking its strength, growing strong, winged, like owls.
“Go,” the proud, sad man says, “fly. This place is dying. Take your memories with you and forgive us.”
The shade blinks. The man is right, the mist is shrinking and the wings are growing, beating. He feels light, a little sad, but a tremor of excitement runs through him, through all the shades, gathered, whispering in their papery voices, and he beats his wings, leaps, soars, scattering the mists. The men look up in wonderment. The shades fill the sky that fills with light, and somewhere inside, a child laughs.
Nicely done, Jane. I love the mystical quality of this and the lyrical repeats – papery, owls, shades – that seem to swirl through the story. And the bookends of the child. Thanks so much for taking up the challenge. You nailed it.
Thank you. The whole story is a bit mystical but it gets more so at the end.
I heartily concur!!
Thank you!
It’s a beautiful image and a beautiful response to Diana’s prompt.
Thank you!
So magical. And that’s one of my favorite paintings. (K)
It’s almost like a collaborative painting, between you and something else. Not sure what, but a visual Oracle.
The circles tend to be like that.
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Lyrical writing and mystical imagery from Jane. A beautiful response to the challenge. I hope you enjoy.
Thank you, Diana 🙂
You’re welcome, of course. Thanks for writing for the challenge. 🙂
If it fits, do it 🙂
Delightful post Jane. I felt tingles at the end.
Glad you enjoyed it. I’ve just fitted this bit into the WIP.
It reminds me of the idea of how fairies are born, from Peter Pan.
I haven’t read Peter Pan, I’m ashamed to say. Perhaps they are being reborn. Being released anyway.
I’ve tried. 🙂 Most of my exposure is the play and films.
I saw a pantomime when I was a kid but that’s all. Not my thing really 🙂
A lovely piece of writing, Jane. I love Kerfe’s artwork.
Thanks Robbie, and yes, Kerfe’s artwork is beautiful as usual 🙂
Ohhhh, this is lovely! Msytical indeed. Magical. Perhaps even portentous!
Thank you, Pamela. Death is always a difficult subject to treat.
But if more people (writers/poets) write about it the way you do, the subject won’t be so difficult. ❤
That’s a beautiful compliment. Nobody knows what happens after death and I think it’s best kept at a mystical level.
Oh! Beautiful words and images. I am looking forward to reading the whole of it.
Thank you! Well, I’ve finished it, just waiting to know if it will ever be published.
I hope it will be soon.
🙂