~ Afterburner ~ By ~ Dewin Nefol ~
~ Palladium ~ By ~ Dewin Nefol ~
Distinctly minted freshly pressed,
Wrapped in velvet as all the rest, but yet,
This silver flier with feathered cap,
He was a most impressive chap.
He’d caught my eye whilst out shopping,
When paused too long not intending stopping,
Poised in-front of a bric-a-brac store,
Knowing I had time to see more.
More of the coin in front of me.
Embossed with the bust of Mercury,
Winged Messenger of antiquity,
Whose destiny was Thrice lived.
With pleasantries completed,
I waited whilst seated,
Her return from shop-window:
So as to show me said coin.
Broad-beams above, oak timbers below,
Quiet corners pitted in deep shadow,
Cases cabinets rich honey-glow,
Shelves stretched high chests reached low.
Festooned with items and curios,
My eye flittered along every row:
Up and over, along and through,
Bewitched by items old and new.
“We called him Lightening,”
She said with a smile, then,
Handed me a cloth containing said dial.
“I’ll leave you a while to decide.”
Far-lighter than I had expected,
I wondered at its density:
Electrum or so the label stated,
Weighed like a feather to me.
Quietly inside I gently sighed,
For I couldn’t hide my pleasure,
Said item was a treasure whilst I joyous,
To be holding something so precious.
Wraps discarded I eagerly gazed,
Amazed by this silvery prize:
Buffed polished and glistening,
Mercurial before my eyes.
More medallion than coin per se,
Thicker than a silver dollar,
Heavy to my hand in which it lay,
“It’s magnificent,” I brightly told her.
“Indeed it is a very rare piece,”
“Of another we’ve not heard,”
“Also you’ll note blank on one face,”
“Twas never stamped with words.”
How apt I thought for an aeronaut,
Whose trickery is communication,
To show true face leaving space,
For grace to place her meditation.
“Year?” I asked gazing entranced,
“In what year was this made?”
“Upon reflection a very good question:”
“Totally dependant on grade.”
“Electrum is a confusion,”
“A fusion of several parts.”
“But silver must be in profusion,”
“Above 20% grading starts.”
“But this coin is an oddity,”
“An unfathomable curiosity,”
“A commodity with perplexity,”
“Evading normal enquiry.”
“Oh,” said I now totally surprised,
Sat wide-eyed with wonder: and,
Questions galore galloping afore,
Upon them all I had to ponder!
When then above me in the ceiling,
Adding synchronous timely meaning
A bulb flickered blooming bright,
Pouring down intense white-light.
As if delighted suddenly ignited,
Mercury’s dash flashed dazzling,
Sizzling streams silver glitterings,
Shone-out their glimmerings.
“Wow!” I whispered looking-down,
Where a point of light whizzed around:
Stayed and played and long remained,
Upon the coin’s edge.
“Wow!” I startled looking up,
To where she stood holding a cup,
“Tea?” She asked smiling away,
“4pm it’s that time of day.”
“Sugar,” she added, “milk or cream?”
“I prefer mine rather saccharine.”
“Both are fine but if you please,”
“Give the bag an extra squeeze?”
“Duly noted,” she said with a smile,
Returned attention back to the dial,
“I knew when you entered my emporium,”
“You were one come for electrum.”
“It doesn’t shimmer for everyone,”
“Indeed you are the first.”
“The previous owner said it’d choose,”
“Next keeper from this universe.”
“What do you mean?” I said blabbering,
Dribbling hot tea on my knee,
Shocked I dropped saucer and spoon:
A tragic melody, a broken tune.
With sweet tea rushing and I gushing,
Embarrassment reddened my cheek,
I reached to blot at spots dropped,
Using wrapping-cloth as a sheet.
She laughed out-loud and heartedly,
As I sitting uncomfortably,
Looked-up at her sheepishly,
And boldly declared, “oops!”
“The previous owner said you’d do that,”
“Tis why it’s wrapped in synthetic tat.”
“He told me that the very same thing,”
“Also happened to happen to him.”
“He’s added a twist, a little trickery,”
“A meditation he said just for thee.”
“It required a catalyst: a good cup of tea,”
“To activate his sorcery.”
With damp cloth held before my eye,
And she alongside both did spy,
Lettering in wetting where writing read,
Words in Latin that quietly said.
‘From far away out of sight,
I’ll come to you in dreams at night,
In flight of birds upon morn’s bright,
As breeze spinning leaves in oaken trees,
I’ll lead you to the light.’
She had stood from stooping,
Still smiling thoughtfully,
Whilst I without stopping,
Adored my curiosity.
“Research reveals almost nothing at all,”
“Tis a metal not known by man”
“The previous owner said he knew:”
“Twas a meteorite landing-on land.”
“Certainly an alloy not of this world,”
“Those are his words and not merely mine.”
“An artefact was what he tentatively said,”
“Arriving from another time.”
“It has an atomic number of 47,”
“When normally it’s 46:”
“Not for Electrum but Palladium,”
“Which defines this metal’s mix.”
“Rare silvery-white resembling Platinum.”
“But this he said is unknown amalgam.”
“Similar to Electrum in conductivity,”
“A catalyst for super-connectivity.”
“If only speaking hypothetically,”
“The previous owner revealed to me:”
“There’s strong possibility it’s alien:”
“Arriving from beyond our Sun.”
When then again another flicker,
The bulb above me the sitter,
Grew steadily brighter until it shone,
Gold like the mask of Agamemnon.
“Another sign,” she said with rhyme,
“He mentioned there’d be three:”
“Two flickers of light to gently ignite,”
“Activate the disc for thee.”
When next I looked she was gone,
Instead the smile of another woman,
Whose tearful eyes couldn’t hide,
Her unexpected good surprise.
“Dream ticket to the Palladium!”
“First prize!” She cried-out loud,
“I’ll surely go and use them,”
“You’ve all done me proud.”
I was left smiling broadly,
Still pondering synchronicity,
When behind the till a lady yelled,
“Next customer if you please!”
“Lots of interest in that today,”
“But none were tempted to buy.”
“Its billion-dollar price-tag,”
“They thought were rather high.”
“So how will you be paying?”
“Cash, cheque, banker’s draft?”
“Credit-card, gruelling-yards, or word-by-word,”
“Writing with hard-graft?”
~ Artwork/Composition ~ By ~ Dewin Nefol ~
Chiselled from the mythic tale of Hades and Persephone, Underworld Getaway (14) follows Hermes as he quests at bequest of the Olympian gods return of beloved Persephone and Immortality Potion – an elixir of life quaffed by the gods.
A simple but effective plan hastened Hermes into the Grisly Gardens of Hades Hall whereupon he was unfortunately detected, caught, bound and thrown into dungeons deep underground. Beaten and left close to death Hermes endured a night alone chained in his cell. At dawn’s first light he was presented to Hades whose disturbing rhetoric pre-emptied Persephone’s disturbing appearance. Hades is feeding her immortal flesh to Ambrosia Roses, which are the main ingredient of Immortality Potion and whilst Persephone (spring) is incarcerated in Underworld nothing grows in the lands above Hades to replace the god’s supply. Olympus is in commotion and Hermes in Hades to acquire more potion as a side-reel event to Persephone’s safe return.
Our hero is shocked by sight of Persephone’s plight but can do nothing whilst chained other than watch and listen…
~ Underworld Getaway (14) ~ By ~ Dewin Nefol ~
“Forever, I think.”
“When at rest,”
“Just for me!”
“Extends my life.”
“She, deathlessly flows,”
“Cherished is she,”
~ Artwork/Composition ~ By ~ Dewin Nefol ~
Underworld Getaway (13) continues reworking the myth of Hades and Persephone using short verse and low word count. Previous chapters precede this post.
Snatched by Hades (Winter) Persephone (Spring) is lost to darkness and nothing grows above ground. Mother Earth is exasperated whilst Mother Demeter is exhausted with a mother’s ceaseless worry. Mount Olympus is in uproar: replacement growth of Ambrosia Roses hasn’t materialised and reserves of Immortality Potion are in short supply: Ambrosia roses are the key ingredient in the elixir of life, which ensures a god’s extended lifespan. At Zeus’s request Hermes set-out questing both Persephone and Immortality Potion and a successful return…
And so it was, our hero Hermes entered Hades undetected but disaster soon struck when his presence was remotely ‘sensed’ by Death. Disorientated by toxin from a devilish-rat Hermes was quickly caught and placed in dungeons beneath Hades Hall. Strung hung cut and bled our hero was mercilessly beaten and left close-to-dead. Meditation relieved his pain and at length lulled him to sleep…
~ Underworld Getaway (13) ~ By ~ Dewin Nefol ~
Forced to kneel.
“With a twist.”
“If I may:”
“Before giving more.”
~ Photography/Artwork ~ By ~ Dewin Nefol ~
Underworld Getaway (11-12) continues my attempt at reworking the myth of Hades and Persephone using whittled verse and restrictive word count. Previous chapters precede this post.
As a consequence of Persephone’s incarceration Winter persists long into springtime and nothing grows. Demeter is beside herself with angst and to make matters worse the gods of Olympus are in commotion as reserves of Immortality Potion are in short supply. The key ingredient Ambrosia Roses haven’t grown and immortality is no longer assured. Hermes is tasked with restoring order for one and all…
Thus far our hero has slipped into Hades and managed to access the grisly gardens of Hades Hall. But disaster struck when his presence was ‘sensed’ by Death – one of four apocalyptic horsemen delivering corpses to gardeners growing Ambrosia Roses in Hades – who gave swift chase. Confused by toxin from a fiendish-rat Hermes sought refuge in the hollow-trunk of a gnarly old tree. But once again he was foiled when enchanted branches bound tightly about him preventing his escape…
~ Underworld Getaway (11) ~ By ~ Dewin Nefol ~
~ Underworld Getaway (12) ~ By ~ Dewin Nefol ~
~ Artwork/Compostion ~ By ~ Dewin Nefol ~
Underworld Getaway is a work-in-progress penned using short verse retelling the tale of Hades and Persephone from the perspective of Hermes. Chapters 1 – 9 precede this episode.
Questing Persephone and Immortality Potion – a sorcerous brew quaffed by the Gods of Olympus to ensure longevity – Hermes has entered Hades but not yet accessed Hades Hall, which stands in a vast garden with flowering rose-beds neatly configured in concentric rings around it. Ambrosia Roses as used in the preparation of Immortality Potion are flourishing in Hades but yet elsewhere with Persephone stolen Spring has failed and reserves of Immortality Potion have diminished. Consequently the gods are anxious and Hermes tasked with stealing elixir from Hades and returning it and Persephone to Olympus…
Hermes moves silently between rose-bushes towards Hades Hall where a wagon-train of corpses is attended by four-horsemen in discussion with a blabbering minion. About them busy bodies off-load dead from carts for gardener’s pushing wheelbarrows. One of the Horsemen, Death, turns away from animated conversation to look-out across the gardens of Hades Hall: it senses something is there…something ‘alive’ moving close-by. Leafless trees whisper the name ‘Hermes’…
~ Underworld Getaway (10) ~ By ~ Dewin Nefol ~
Underworld Getaway is a poem in progress: a piece written using restricted verse and word count. Chapters 1 – 8 of my tale reworking the story of Hades/Persephone from the perspective of Hermes – an often forgotten hero in this story – precede this post.
Persephone (Spring personified) is stolen, all hope and annual new-growth is gone. As a consequence reserves of Immortality Potion – a tonic, a sorcery of the gods made from Ambrosia Roses – is running low. To restore order our hero is charged with entering Hades stealing Immortality Potion and returning with it and Persephone to Olympus…
Within perpetual gloom Hermes slipped-away from a corpse-carrying cart conveying him towards his destination inside Hades and passed through a gate unseen by nervous guards abandoning their station to investigate an explosion at the tail end of a wagon-train of dead-bodies. Hermes now finds himself in a huge garden full of flowering roses: but these aren’t ordinary roses they’re Ambrosia Roses used to make Immortality Potion!
Hermes watches and waits to make his next move…
~ Underworld Getaway (9) ~ By ~ Dewin Nefol ~
Underworld Getaway is a work in progress: an attempt at story writing using restricted verse and word count. Chapters 1 – 6 precede this post.
Chapters 7 and 8 of my poem reworking the story of Hades/Persephone follows Hermes as he moves ever deeper into Hades with the intention of rescuing Persephone and returning to Olympus with her and Ambrosia.
By hiding within a cart-load of corpses Hermes passed through a gateway in Hades outer-wall and continues towards his destination. He waits amongst death anticipating his next move…
~ Underworld Getaway (7) ~ By ~ Dewin Nefol ~
~ Underworld Getaway (8) ~ By ~ Dewin Nefol ~
Setting myself a small challenge of reducing word count and verse size to recount a story resulted in Underworld Getaway. It is a work in progress.
Chapters 5 and 6 continues a mythical tale of rescue and robbery as heroic Hermes embarks upon an intrepid quest journeying into Hades seeking to return with both Persephone and Immortality Potion. He is required by the court of Zeus to restore spring and eternal youth to mother and gods respectively for the plight of winter has beset both and Earth lies dying in the grip of winter whilst nothing grows…
Carefully following an ancient path circumnavigating the bad-lands Hermes arrives at a gateway leading onto Hades. Still hidden at a safe distance from the towering gate he looks-on as crowds busy themselves with dead-bodies. He watches and waits and considers his next move…
~ Underworld Getaway (5) ~ By ~ Dewin Nefol ~
~ Underworld Getaway (6) ~ By ~ Dewin Nefol ~
~ Artwork/Photography ~ By ~ Dewin Nefol ~
A self-imposed challenge to use reduced word-count and whittled verse led to this attempt at short-story writing. Rough and ready but a first effort and learning-curve the poem is more a work in progress than finished article. Chapters 1 and 2 preceed this post.
The story borrows loosely from the myth of Hades and Persephone to which I’ve added further urgency by way of depleted reserves of ‘Immortality Potion’. Persephone is kidnapped, spring has failed to emerge, nothing has grown to replace what had come before including Ambrosian Roses used to make immortality potion. With the Gods in commotion Olympus has turned to Hermes to resolve their unseasonal dilemma…
~ Underworld Getaway (3) ~ By ~ Dewin Nefol ~
~ Underworld Getaway (4) ~ By ~ Dewin Nefol ~
~ Artwork/Composition ~ By ~ Dewin Nefol ~