A line. A blade. A loss. So the knight rides. Solitude scoured in these tales of silk and sanctuary.
And Storm sang drums along the tabled mountaintops. The honeyed dawn of light was always too sweet a friend for death, my love. It cries. For such things are already undone.
But still the horse begged him. Run me free. Whispering obsidian through another glacial pass. The armour, wept. The metal, sighed. The chains, mourned. So the knight rides. Fury and flame set cold in the questing, seeks not to heed the truth of dragons.
And Storm sliced the earth in two. Fear the light of darkness and even the mirrors will tremble. Rest. Sleep. Silence. Oblivion, upended in hooves and flesh.
Take the day! Take the day in stone and blister! The canter cries. For I cannot bear to look upon it. So the knight rides. And his passing leaves nothing for the rain but the stench of love, bloodied and written in dust.
©2017 Jac Forsyth
Image: Kay Nielsen, ‘But still the Horse begged him’ (1914)
Trying to balance editing, coffee and the jet lag of British Summer Time today, and all I have in my head is this image and an elemental beast of writing. I adore the work of Kay Nielsen. Illustration tells the story when all I can do is write it down.
x Jac
*Image courtesy of pintrest.com
Beautiful work. You did well in your choice of artist for a prompt, too; I can see the harmony between your writing style and the artwork.
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Ah, I have his work all over my house.
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Makes sense. Now that you’ve pointed out the influence, it’s clear.
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Dang, that’s pretty much the best thing you could say to me. Thanks, babe 💕
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Gawd dang mate! Such things you say! 🎈
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Great! You pulled a story and a poem out of an illustration;)
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Haha, it’s this messed up hour, all the rooms in my house are in different time zones.
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Yay! I always did things the wrong way round.
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You’re gold .. P.S. The Metal never sighs or does anything that can be misconstrued as feminine or humanly emotional due to its immense Godlike status amongst mortals.. sorry for being a immature fanboy .. Great piece
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Haha, dude. Could it make a sound not unlike like a sigh as it slices?
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Your words slice my heart, and I sigh with great elation.
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So…..much…..TALENT!
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Hahaha, that’s brilliant! You’re so awesome 🦄
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So….few…..AGENTS. Thanks, mate. You always make me smile.
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No problem Jac.
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⚔
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What else can a warrior…..
His strength is in his mental
Not life
Not death
Still the knight rides
The Sheldon Perspective
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I look at that picture and read your words and they seem like they were made for each other. Both so beautifully grey, who needs vibrancy and light? Excellently written!
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🦄
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Beautiful!
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And so it is, my friend. This is the way of the warrior ⚔
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The dusk and the dawn, all colours are grey. Glad to know you, Neil Dinsmore.
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Thank you! I’ve just checked out your site, what a wild and glorious place it is 💀
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And I am likewise glad to know at least one small recess of your unique mind, may the rivers of its creative outpourings never run dry.
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Haha, back at ya. All hail the Pickle.
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Amazing!
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Thank you ⚔
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You’re welcome!!
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This is gorgeous. I need to try to write more snippets like this. Thanks for giving me a good example. 🙂
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Mate, thanks to you I now have automatic posts to FB and Twitter and a handle on the use of hashtags. WordPress is awesome 🎈
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