We break bread with ogres, caretaking the promises of this magic bean deal. Smell the blood. Grind the bones. Breathe the colour of rust. I want to believe in dragons, in golden harps, golden eggs, golden knights. My ribbons and bows cut and curled on the edge of a tamed sword. I want to stay in endless skies, endless dreams, endless climbs, when even the memory of decent is lost, rotted away with the worm filled witches. I want to be wrong on those rare, silent nights, when I remember the sound of bells, tolling in the village below.
Tears turn to ice in the might have been castles of this fairy tale. I have seen the light of dead stars, sharp and splintered out across the inside of my eyelids. And still I long for the sweet warmth of boiling.
I asked you once why we dream of Once Upon a Time from the scalding depths of this black cauldron. And you smiled like I was a child and told me that coming up for air is always harder than drowning.
Bloody brill! How do you do it?
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Haha, coffee and fear, mate.
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This sort of lulled me into thinking about how the possibilities in life seem endless as a child but are limited as we age and then…pow! That last paragraph rocked me back on my heels. You’re magic.
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Thanks sweetie, you are bloomin magic too.
And, as is the way of these things, that last paragraph arrived first, I just fumbled my way back from there.
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Love it! Magical
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Praise indeed from the queen of magic 💫
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Thank you, Jac. That means a lot coming from you. We could all use a little magic these days…
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Ah, is true enough, the cauldron is deep and dark.
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It is. A huge dark abyss. Is there any way out for us?
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I’m avidly waiting for the Doctor to show up, mate.
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Me too. If only.
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That last sentence though! Damn. I’m in love.
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Beautiful prose. Great fluidity, too. Well done Jac! 🙂
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Love this Jac – the last line is a bit special! Perfect antidote to the start of the Tuesday morning work-grind…cheers 🙂
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Haha, awwwww thanks Kindra. And I have finally worked out how to get the words from one of your pieces of prose up on my wall without it looking like my cat did it, will send a photo when it’s done.
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Sometimes I feel like I walk among giants, thanks for your kindness, John.
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If only writing it could be enough, Nik. This drowning malarkey has its appeal on a cold, wet Tuesday in January.
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It’s a boiling hot day here in Cape Town…not that I can tell as I huddle over my laptop in a thick jumper (me, not my laptop) hiding from the arctic blast of aircon 😦
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Just brilliant, love this!
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Well fuck……now I’m inspired.
*Sods off to fetch some pens*
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I was going to ask the same question — really great. The words are put together so perfectly.
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Yay!!!!! I would love to see it. ❤
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Haha, I love the idea of your laptop in a think jumper.
How’s the novel coming along?
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Thank you so much 💕
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😂😂😂 best comment ever.
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Thanks sweetie, fairy tales have their own tempo so I wanted a musical quality to this 🎶
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ARGH. I’ve been really slack at reading blogs recently and I’m so glad that I stopped by yours today Jac! I love this line ” light of dead stars, sharp and splintered out across the inside of my eyelids” and the finisher is perfect. Is flows together so sweetly and the final line wraps it up like a promise, a prophecy. You always make me feel the need to write! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks, mate. And after reading your latest post, I can totally see how that last paragraph has a flavour of approach and avoidance drives about it. Who knew?
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*Grins and adds award to trophy shelf*
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Yeah it’s kind of in the ideas stage right about now… 🙂 Without wishing to sound like the King of the Nation of Procrasti it’s been a nightmare trying to find dedicated writing time while my parents have been staying with us – but they flew back to the UK last night so my excuses are at an end. Got a few short stories to complete and a couple of submissions to organise…so I should be good to start by about June haha!
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Parents and writing, eh? The Molotov cocktail of effective time management. Jumper up that laptop, my friend. I want to queue up and buy your book.
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Haha the more you learn, the more interesting it is to see how everything we do can be explained (somehow!) :p
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Yep. I just watched a TED Talk on procrastination, ticking all those boxes.
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Procrastination… It’s just so easy to do :p
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Drowning in illusions is probably a wonderful thing, much better than to experience the knife of reality cutting flesh and bone. But I’ve always wondered, what if we take the knife by the handle, and carve ourselves a reality that is?
Love the questions dancing around this tale, the fantasy and reality, the possibilities they craft into being…
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A reality that is. How sweet that sounds. Constantly choosing between the Red pill or the Blue pill is no choice at all.
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Do you watch the show?
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Haha, that took me a while. I’ve seen a couple of them, I really liked the creepy feel to the start of the series. I also watched Grimm for a while, till it got silly.
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lol sorry, just like me to throw that out there without thinking you wouldn’t understand exactly what I was talking about.
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It made me laugh. We think in the same way. Sometimes I’m the only one in a three way conversation.
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haha
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this is SO GOOD. AGGHGHhghghg!
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Haha, Mick you are so damn awesome.
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