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The gift of grapes and apples

The room is dimly lit and smells of spruces, spices and ancient books. In the flickering candlelight, tall bookshelves seem more distant than they perhaps are, and a dark wooden table is before me. A tall, hooded figure stands there, beckoning me. ‘Come closer. I have been expecting you ‘ The voice is soft, quietContinue reading “The gift of grapes and apples”

Christmas eve and what comes after

Funny enough this year’s Christmas eve is the first one without any rush to it. All the times before were hectic, lonely or too painful, chaotic or lacking in magic – and this one is much calmer. Perhaps, it is due to my second pregnancy or just the general slowing down, but somehow the magicContinue reading “Christmas eve and what comes after”

Stephen: prologue

The transformation was painful, yet that word alone does not describe the terrible stages I went through, neither can it paint the picture of those abominable hours and minutes of pain, excruciating my whole being, echoing in each and every corner of my skin; and even the marrow in my very bones cried out inContinue reading “Stephen: prologue”

Let me sleep beside you

Let me sleep beside you and break the hearts of those who once crushed mine. In the heat of the morning, under your wing-Be merciful, be kind, sweet death – precious life is not precious anymore.Let me sleep beside you, give me that last minute, give me just a momentSo I could finally open upContinue reading “Let me sleep beside you”

Morrigan’s Lament

Cú Chulainn, Cú Chulainn…Yonder lies he, sleeping after a long way home. Cú Chulainn, Cú Chulainn… His eyes of forest green closed,And the flames dancing in his hair in the dusky light…Cu chulainn, Cu chulainn …Let me touch you.Let me feel the fire within you.Cu chulainn, Cu chulainn…Let me marvel at the flamesDancing in yourContinue reading “Morrigan’s Lament”

Just few words today, and that in pencil (c)

I honestly never thought I’d be experiencing a writer’s block in front of a blank page. I mean, I’ve never had one, in all my writing years, and there’s been about ten of them, if not more. But here I am, in front of my computer, renewing my relationship with wordpress after a long, 5Continue reading “Just few words today, and that in pencil (c)”