Wednesday 4 June 2014

Her Heart Grew...



Her heart grew. Tiny bloody buds pushed forth through its thorny cage and unfolded into a cascade of luscious petals, pillow soft and perfect in their pastel pale blooms. They grew from a sea of bitterness and dank regret, transforming the waters into a swell of hope and gentle joy. Their scent swept around her bones and flowed out of her skin, sweet and heady it hid a nip of salt water, the last gasp of a forgotten past.

Saturday 24 May 2014

They Hid Under The Water...



They hid under the water, rose pink and softened by the surf, tiny shells sheltering so close to the shore. Her back bent, she trawled the endless foam, uncovering the little sea roses. Her petticoats billowed in the salty breeze, thrilling at every find.

Friday 23 May 2014

And Into The Dead Of The Night...



And into the dead of the night rose every pearl from the sea, released from their briny cages, spiralling up through the water towards the soft, sleeping skies. She waded amongst them. As they crossed the threshold of the swell and felt her heat, they pooled and crashed against her skin, the salt water circling and igniting the silvery magic within. They flew around her, encrusting her skin and twisting her hair into glittering crown of the sea.

Tuesday 25 March 2014

The House Seemed Friendly Enough...



The house seemed friendly enough, the sun was happily cascading over it and the fact that little creatures crowded around it and looked towards me in a welcoming manner seemed to help. I unlatched the gate and walked, with increasingly cheerfulness, towards the pale blue door and the anticipated joy that lay within in, bound up in a certain inhabitant's heart.

Monday 24 March 2014

I Saw Him On A Brown March Day...



I saw him on a brown March day, one of those end of winter days where the trees still held their murky sway. The tiny buds, fresh round curls of leaf on the branch tips, and confetti-like snowy blossoms were the only sign that the still quiet world was readying to be rent by clambering green life. He walked straight across the copse clearing, the dark spindles of sleeping trees mirrored down among his antlers, he twisted them up and gazed towards the sky, the drab clouds passed us by, ignoring everything but the sullen winds.

Friday 14 March 2014

On The Light Mist...



On the light mist of the evening, she would tread upon the newly formed stars, their lights blinking into abundance which would soon rain down from the drifting clouds. She blessed each one with a gentle sweep of her fingers across the sky. The black sky above her emptied, the lights fell onto the earth and ran into the rivers, rising to twinkle along the surface on their journey out to sea.

Friday 7 March 2014

Into The Freeze...



Into the freeze, they sat huddled in the carriage as it rolled among the swirling ice winds. All the world was white, save the black, trodden path and sleeping trees. They reached the largest, a black spire on the road, it's branches spiking up towards the pale heavens. Here they dismounted, they approached the trunk and lay their stiff hands upon it. The air quickened its pace, circling the tree and pulling them ever closer to the hard bark with every gust. They were pressed flush against it, and the warmth came. A stirring in the dead shell, a pooling glow of life awakening started to seep through. 

Thursday 6 March 2014

Always Now, His Head Was Forever Bowed...



Always now, his head was forever bowed. His feet clung more closely to the ground, unwilling to leave the hard comfort of the pavement. His whole world became stone grey, as his cloudy sighs dulled the air. 

Wednesday 5 March 2014

It Was The End Of The Winter...



It was the end of the winter, and the frost still clung to them with an icy lightness. They gleamed like a fresh moon, clothes and skin as white, as they danced together on a frozen ground. Their heart flames, fanned by the circling delight, saw their embers glow, sending burning bursts along their veins and delicately thawing spots of skin. Small buds appeared where the heat had touched, unfurling, with increasing rapidity into pastel-coloured spring blooms.

They Kept It In A Frame...



They kept it in a frame, crinkled slips of paper threaded together, a reminder of the old days of flight. The wings forever propelling forward, ceaselessly breaking itself against its wooden cage.

Wednesday 26 February 2014

It Was A Bundle...



It was a bundle, this little bird. Tucked inside a mess of moss, it dozed in the fading light. A greying blue bib of down held it's head, with beads of eyes blinking into evening sleep. A small figure peeked through the branches, watching the feathers soften with slumber, watching the bird descend into dreams of flight.

Tuesday 11 February 2014

In The Morning the Hands Were Busy...



In the morning the hands were busy, twisting the threads between tapering fingers. The cracked nails expertly avoided snagging the delicate threads, which spun themselves in and out of the warming light and last shadows, which still clung around the corners of the room. When at last the arms tired, unable to keep up with the fizzing delight of the fingers, the threads fell onto a lap swathed with bright wool, to slumber until the next rising sun.

Wednesday 29 January 2014

The Last Of The Seed...



The last of the seed lay scattered on the icy ground. The beaks chipped against the stone, fretfully gathering the sacred morsels, tiny tails twitching amongst the early morning light. The sun saw nothing of them, she soon raced into a splendour across the courtyard, waking the faded green stalks from their slumber.


Oops, it's been rather a while! Life has been.... challenging! Hopefully back on track now though. :) Finally saw The Hobbit this evening, it was so magical, feeling super inspired to immerse myself back into my own fairytales now :)