The carnival that constitutes the production effort for The Wizard of Wands (WoW) strolls steadily on: story blueprints are drafting, new sets’ building, novel locations being sourced and the usual hustle of wardrobe and props continues to bustle unabated. Extras and stunt doubles are scheduled and I’ve reason to hope all other logistical nightmares are catered for….but there will always be the unexpected to look forward to. Book 2 of the continuing saga is therefore underway – albeit slowly – as new story-threads are teased from the inkwell and given an airing. Despite what might sound like care and careful planning, there is a lot of flexibility built in to the system to cater for the keyboard-trolls. (I have no ‘Raven’ in feline guise to keyboard stroll and rid me of the pesky trolls.)
So whilst the production crew (that would be Dewin) presses on with the Wizard of Wands, I thought I’d try to keep the story alive by publishing a few ‘off-camera incidents’ that might otherwise go unread. I’m Jake Sweeny, general factotum and artful ‘Scrounger’, and friend to Merlin and Archie for more years than I care to remember. It’s a friendship that brings advantages and of course carries immense trust and degrees of responsibility. But their secrets are all safe with me, I’m not in the habit of mischief making nor gossip mongering, which would never do (we are like one big family) but capturing chance moments and spinning a line or two seems fair game to me. Perhaps I’ll also include idle snippets of conversations, mindful musings (and other quiet quiet thoughts) taking place amongst the stars and cast members on the set of The Wizard of Wands. I would include text and tale of the production crew as well but that would just be me and be of no real interest here.
The current ‘players,’ Master Scribe, Archie, Merlin, Hg, Snowmelt, Niblette and Scriblette, and I, have arrived at our new storyline location and are making ready to draft out the next performance. With camp preparations complete and time to kill before we break for supper, I’ve grabbed my parchment and headed out to join the team hoping to catch a ‘curious’ moment somewhere abouts.
Unknown to Merlin and the other legendary stars, I was ‘asked’ by Master Scribe to quietly ensure the first line of any new verse associated with the ‘Merlin poem’ began with words given by CB from VC who provided…‘bring on the wizardry.’
Well okay, I’ll try, but I’m no wizard! 🙂
~ 16th June 5 A.D ~ It’s dusk at the end of a thunderously wet and soggy summers day. Understandably activity in the campsite is at a rather slow ebb but with promise of a fine dry evening the fire’s are lit and warmth returns…indeed there is the gentle lull of music to sweeten our ear. As I sit to write Master Scribe has just returned from a moist ramble in the rain…
~ The Wizard Of Wands – Bloopers and Out-Takes ~
~Buckle Down ~ By ~ Dewin Nefol ~
‘Bring on the wizardry,’ amused the Muse,
musing the moment with the amuse of her muse.
‘Sing with the melody,’ mused the amuse,
amusing the moment with the Muse amused!
His gaze stayed stalled paused stilled,
for perhaps two moments too long.
“Beautiful“ I heard a voice tenderly say,
“She sings a most beautiful song.”
“At once when seen she enters ones dream,
fluttering the flitter of friendship’s feather.”
“Her face a grace a mystical place.”
“Her companionship a partnership to treasure.”
“A Roseling is she and an absolute delight!”
“Adored by all since appearing one night,
emerging by fireside cast in hearth-light,
She’d slipped Hg’s guard to give all a fright!”
“CB is how she is affectionately known,
amongst our fine fellowship of good friends.”
“I’ve heard she travels under a different guise
when accompanying tales to telling ends.”
“I find her a mystery, beguiling perhaps,
a curiosity in purple hue.”
“Her hair raven sleek, eyes dark with mystique
and a smile to warm one through and through.”
“We’ve sat to chit and chat a bit,
else passed the time of day.”
“I’ve asked her about her travels elsewhere,
but she’s very reluctant to say.”
“A twinkle in her eye reveals a depth to her,
a dimension I’ve not yet seen.”
“Perhaps along our meandering path,
will emerge what now lies unseen?”
“Did I mention CB is trippng with us?” I wrote.
“As a new player in the troop?”
“Merlin explained it was all prearranged but,
he’d forgotten to keep us in the loop.”
Said Master Scribe,
“I’m delighted to have a new friend along,
one so creative with merry songs.”
“She a fine heroine to honour our group of six,
and help with my writing wrongs!”
Smack went the slap reeling him back
and cherrying his cheeky cheek!
Snap went the strap bracing his back
slackening his pack
tipping him into the middle of next week!
Archie muffled a laugh as he heartedly quaffed
else swallowed down a sizeable seed.
He had sunk a few maybe one or two,
He had drunk two too many with greed.
“Indeed,” said Merlin in chastising tone.
“A fine friendly flower on which to dwell.”
“But first Master Soothsayer least you forget,
the will of the Rose in your ink-well?”
“Would I dare declare your interest should care,
care for the tale still left to tell.”
“Ouch!” he said, “was that really needed?”
“To your ‘look’ I had already conceded!”
“Hmmm,” grizzled Merlin from griddle-side.
“To Fair Lady Veritas are you dutifully tied!”
“She intrigues us all,” said Master Scribe,
“She a late arrival amongst our cast.”
“Where did you say she’d journeyed from?”
“Pray tell us more about her past.”
“No,” he gruffed with definitive intent,
adding another furrow to his frown.
“You’ve no time to stand and stare my Sage,
“Verse must be written, so please buckle down!”
“It’s day 7 after leaving Copper Door,” I mused,
and we’ve all succumbed to the toll.”
“500 long miles across desert sands,
our story is more than a gentle stroll.”
“Mostly Merlin’s mood has morosely moved
to the darker side of grumpy grey.”
“Two days delayed by lashing rain,
we are way behind on our Way.”
“Hg? He had to flee some three days past,
but he should be back quite soon.”
“His long journeys out never seem to last,
moving so fast by the light of full Moon.”
“As for the Grimalkins, yes both are well.”
“Slipped away for the night I shouldn’t wonder!”
“Else stolen away you know how they stray,
following each whim with a wander.”
“And Snowmelt? Ah yes, as beautiful as ever.”
“Our Leopard never leaves our side.”
“She, always as elusive as she is ethereal,
our dear Snowmelt is not often spied.”
“But I feel her,” said Master Scribe.
“Here with her gentle grace.”
“I sense her motion, feel her pace, so soft.”
“Her paws fall but never seem to touch,
more brush the dust.
In as much,
that Snowmelt fairly floats.”
“Snowmelt,” the Scribe said quietly out loud:
perhaps as a stray thought finding air.
“How I love her… in as much,
“… because I know she’s always there!”
Photography/Artwork by Dewin Nefol