this excerpt from my novella-poem, "Sludge White and the Seven Curmudgeons"
begins the 'night of dreams', wherein each of the characters is visited in the
span of a single night. it opens in the castle, where the queen has just shelved
her concocting efforts for the night, after the mirror interrupted the spell. then
we visit the cottage of Guanyin and Sylvana, who were introduced in the excerpt
relating the aftermath of the drone attack on ByWater Landing.
*******
her concocting efforts for the night, after the mirror interrupted the spell. then
we visit the cottage of Guanyin and Sylvana, who were introduced in the excerpt
relating the aftermath of the drone attack on ByWater Landing.
*******
as
she lay sleeping supposition surfaced,
skimming
the stirring edge of recurring dreams,
where
she restlessly wandered a bleak terrain
with
its plundered and sundered, overmined seams.
but
the dangling threads were superseded
in
her fitful filtering of fussy detail;
by
the need to sate her covetous hunger,
engulfing
her senses like a toxic Grail.
her
husband passed the night avoiding conflict,
staring
past the omens glaring in the sky;
shying
from silence, sidestepping reason,
and
striving to recall just how it felt to cry.
when
at last he lumbered into slumber
he
found himself fĂȘted by merchants from the town,
their
fatted coffers flush with flashing coins;
but
his eyes wept blood and he couldn't find his crown.
in
the forested fringes of Fleagle's Fern,
in
a cottage heaped with sleeping brooms and crows;
the
hopeful dreams of Sylvana were sweetened
by
diffident departures, scented with rose.
floral
breezes floated in from the heather,
fluttering
curtains, caressing curling toes;
redolent
of their garden meanderings,
flirting
with flowers in flaccid flaunting rows.
Guanyin
sat serenely in spellbound silence,
contemplating
space with wise and sightless eyes;
tenderly
attended by the monkey,
a
sorcerer's apprentice in simian guise.
all
of a sudden a laugh escaped her lips,
and
she nodded her head while the monkey grinned.
then
he crept away so as not to intrude
on her intimate discussion with the wind.*******
(thus endeth the excerpt - Evan Hawthorn, 13th of May, 2015)
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