At times, he would look at me with his chalcedony eyes, and the world would stop only to spin faster. And I would vanish, disappear, dissolve in this golden-blue haze, that would become greenish, yellow, silvery, sparkling like the finest champagne – but that reverie would end as it began, in throes of endless wonder…andContinue reading “***”
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They took the child
…stolen by Them, they said. They took the child.They always take the best.The youngest. The fairest.The happiest. The innocent. They took the child. Took it to the Sidhe, to the old hawthorn tree by the crossroads. From the cradle of linden and willow, to the cradle of blackthorn, gorse and heather. They took the child.Continue reading “They took the child”
Wild honey and thyme
Golden was her hair, pure gold like the flowering broom.White was her skin, whiter than hawthorn flowers on May day.Red were her lips, blood-red like hawthorn berries, and bittersweet was her kiss, like sea-bucktorn honey.Fragrant was her skin, like the first breeze of a newborn spring, full of hope and blossoming love. Simply she dressed,Continue reading “Wild honey and thyme”
Into the Unknown 