~ Copse ‘n’ Corpse (Part 15) ~ By ~ Dewin Nefol ~
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Neither less diminished, nor less bright
The colour of the tendril’d light,
No longer glared ferocious white, but
Flared instead deep purple.
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Twas if that lustre, an energetic flow,
Shone from within, an auric glow,
For this spirit, this spectre, this visitant,
Illumed at its core was scintillant.
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So close to me I could sense,
Its halcyon sway, its resonance:
Calm, serene, with manner mild, yet,
Beneath its façade, something wild.
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A quality hidden, I could not fathom,
An enigmatic edge to this balmy phantom,
Twas more perception than certainty, but,
Beyond all doubt ambiguity.
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Coiled, expectant, upon wet sand,
My head raised, tho’ I didn’t stand,
Eager was I to understand,
To figure-out what was at hand.
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Whatever it was or wanted with me,
It posed no threat immediately,
For had it intended hostility,
Why delay swift victory?
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I watched and waited, hesitated,
Ill at ease and agitated, but,
Not disquieted or prone to ruffle,
This eidolon meant me no trouble.
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I lifted my eyes towards night skies,
Gazed upwards at the being,
To my surprise ‘neath hooded guise,
A face was now appearing!
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Indeed this spectre was solidifying –
Fleshing out with skin and bone,
A man it was, aged, well-weathered,
Long beard of pearl-grey tone!
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Upon his face inscribed ink-blue,
Signs and seals, arcane tattoos,
Those I saw inspired the notion:
Symbols for wind, time and motion.
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Mere moments later he was complete:
Manifest from head to feet,
Clothed and cloaked in drapery,
He exuded an air of mystery.
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Wide-eyed was I, surprised, aghast,
An apparition in flesh recast! But,
What was this inexplicable sorcery,
This mesmerism in front of me?
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Fully formed he took one stride,
Closer still until beside –
Beside the side of my right-hand side,
Then reached to touch my shoulder.
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As reflex reaction to his action,
I blenched and flinched away,
Yet neither my shiver nor my quiver,
Dislodged his hand where it lay.
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Without hiss, or cackle, or ghostly rattle,
Without menace to excite my fear,
Words I heard whispering,
In tones soft, deep and clear.
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~ Copse ‘n’ Corpse (Part 14) precedes this post. Part 16 to follow shortly ~
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Ohhh, cliffhanger! Part 16 MUST follow shortly!! Entering the realm of the fantastical is a welcome relief right about now.
Hey Liz, how are you?
Thank you for continued reading and appreciation. I also enjoy a cliff-hanger (though this minor in comparison to some!) and hope whatever follows will fulfil your expectations! I’ll strive to complete Part 16, but a busy few days ahead may impede progress. Fingers crossed I shall prevail.
I’ve been pondering your comment, ‘Entering the realm of the fantastical is a welcome relief right about now’ but have yet to place it entirely into context. Perhaps you might expand on it a little?
Hoping all is well and New Hampshire not yet succumbed to the full fury of winter. Enjoy a warm weekend.
DN
Hi, Dewin. I’m fine, thank you. I had a very productive week at work. (Surprisingly . . . ) What I meant by feeling relieved to enter the realm of the fantastical is that the real world is very hard to bear right now. Australia is burning, and the US is rotting from the head down.
I’m pleased to hear the past week has been productive for you Liz, but in truth it doesn’t surprise me to hear that from someone I know to be so conscientious about all they do. Those that dot the i’s and cross the t’s always make progress on some level or another.
The fantastical realms are no escape from the realities of our world: they just help make living in reality more bearable.
Forest fires ravage our planet (1), ideological/political fury divides and decimates the world’s people (2), lunacy has taken over the administration of the asylum, and the globe turns on an axis of fool’s gold! Lest we also forget about: lack of economic opportunity and employment: lack of adequate education: food and water security: government accountability and transparency/corruption: levels of poverty: socio-economic inequality and discrimination: and, climate change and environmental destruction. Good grief! Is it any wonder Mother Earth weeps for her reckless children. I find it totally despairing and ask how we can possibly be so arrogant as to suggest our species is either advanced or intelligent: by what measure is that bold claim made, and what is it actually relative to exactly, the intelligence of our earliest ancestors perhaps?
Our world is in chaos. Where is the global vision to evolve our species and advance humanity?
DN
(1) – https://fires.globalforestwatch.org/map/#activeLayers=viirsFires%2CactiveFires&activeBasemap=topo&activeImagery=&planetCategory=PLANET-MONTHLY&planetPeriod=Jan%200000&x=83.319398&y=46.030503&z=2
(2) (Updated Jan, 2020) – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_ongoing_armed_conflicts
There is no global vision to evolve our species and advance humanity, sadly. Sigh . . .
But we must live in hope of change! Transition to something far better is never easy, but it is none-the-less inevitable.
Don’t lose heart Liz!
DN
Thank you for the encouraging words, Dewin. I’ll carry them into the week ahead.
I’m certain you’ll make the most of an inspired and wholly successful week 😀
Take care of one and all,
DN
Thanks, Dewin!
What words was he whispering? Now how long must we wait to know??? So amazing, as always, DN!!! 🌟🕯🌟
Hey Virginia,
‘Tis good of you to pop by, thank you. Pleased to hear you are enjoying the story thus far and hope you will continue to do so! 😀
Whilst a busy few days will undoubtedly restrict progress with the poem, rest assured the little grey cells will be simmering ideas on the back-burner ready to be written here. Voices in my head isn’t something I’d normally wish for but I’m hoping to hear whisperings and murmurings in amongst the tittle-tattle and idle prattle of everyday hustle-bustle.
Thank you for your kindly comment Virginia. Enjoy a wonderful weekend.
DN
What words would he whisper?
From ‘neath the hood of his grey whiskers
As New form with morphic markings
Held shoulder firm to stop his partings..
Loved my time here this afternoon Dewin, and look forward to catching the next chapter..
Have a wonderful weekend my friend..
Take care…
And stay Blessed..
Sue 🙂
As always dear Sue I’ve enjoyed your company and insightful comments, and delighted at your turn of phrase…forever quick with the quill whenever the whim takes you, you leave a line or two upon which to ponder, thank you 😀
You are right, it does indeed appear that no matter what words are whispered the benevolent visitant with ‘morphic markings’ has a firm hold of the protagonist but I wonder what he might have planned, and what reason he has in being there? Once I unpack those mysteries the story can progress! 😉
Lovely to hear from you Sue. Thank you for taking time to read those chapters missed.
Take care in all ways always,
DN
Argh well dear Dewin the story will unfold as it is projected into your mind my friend.. The Morphic markings came to mind as I had just finished reading a book ( the second time around in reading it ) called Gaia Codex, by Sarah Drew.. in which a young girl developed such markings on her body .. that pulsated as she attuned into mother Gaia .. An enlightening read of fantasy interwoven with wisdom..
I look forward to more chapters of mysterious unfolding.. 😀
Have a Peaceful rest of the day Dewin my friend… 😀
How right you are Sue and to aide that end I’ve invested in a pocket notebook so as to scribble thoughts and ideas as they come and go: I simply cannot contain them all and forget far to many of them far more frequently than I remember them!
Sarah Drew’s book has excellent reviews, and by all accounts offers an inspired and inspiring narrative, and I can fully understand why it impacted on you. (Might you ever consider writing a book similar to this Sue Dreamwalker: one that draws on your oracular knowledge, your creativity, and feminine wisdom?) I found this quote from ‘Gaia Codex’ on Goodreads: ““It is said that within the tens of trillions of cells that compose the human body we have the memory of every form of Life that has ever existed – terrestrial as well as celestial. Inside us are the imprints of the first ferns in primordial Carboniferous forests some three hundred and fifty million years ago. Inside us are the furthest reaches of the stars, suns in galaxies far from the spiral of the Milky Way.”
‘I look forward to more chapters of mysterious unfolding’ – and I’ll look forward to having the pleasure of your company Sue. Thank you for reading.
Have an inspired afternoon. Take care,
DN
Argh dear Dewin, I have just drafted a post with similar thoughts about us all containing within the memory of many stories… yes this book impacted greatly both a couple of years ago when I first read it to re-reading again this past week.. It’s a journey we are all upon, and a story is often wanting to burst forth.. And who knows,,, I need to focus more on that intention.. But then the need subsides as being present in the gift of now is often enough.. ..
Your note book will serve you well… And thank you my afternoon inspired, I typed up my own thoughts from a sleepless night from my bedside table journal… Often my best poems often come from this space.. 😀 …
And I look forward to more mysterious unfoldings of your own Dewin.. Thank YOU..
Some day I hope you will feel compelled to set pen to paper and write the book that wants to burst forth…and not only write it but also create the beautiful artwork to accompany your enchanting tale! Perhaps you might also find the wonder of living in the present weaves it magical threads into the plot in ways you have yet to imagine or explore: you know better than I how writing is an adventure 😀
Those occasions when sleep eludes you, but when peace, solitude, and serenity surround you, sound perfect for penning both prose and poem. I’ve heard it said that when the mind is still, words, thoughts, and answers to our questions come to us far more readily. ‘Tis little wonder you flourish at such times.
Enjoy a peaceful and productive week.
DN
Big smiles here Dewin as some amazing synchronicities have been nudging me to commit to such a project I started long ago… And yes those early wee hours are when inspiration strikes a chord within many of us..
And I am paying attention to the Signs coming in right now..
Many thanks for you encouragement and praise dear Dewin.. I need such promptings every now and again… 🙂
In listening to your own heart, in being aware of those amazing synchronicities nudging you, the truth is you already knew in which direction you would head. Make haste dear Sue, make haste! Success is within your grasp 😀
“Bon voyage!” 😀
Namaste,
DN
Haha.. thank you for holding that belief in me my good friend.. 🙂
‘To see a World in a Grain of Sand. And a Heaven in a Wild Flower. Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand. And Eternity in an hour.’ – William Blake
Anchors away!
DN
Haha…. William Blake and Wordsworth two of my favourite poets..
Yet another synchronicity to add to your growing list! 😀
Seems to me, daughter of Gaia, you are ready to roll with the tide.
DN
🙂