She was once a swan, beautiful and wild. Her feathers were as snow and her eyes as opal. Every morning as she glided along the lake people came to admire her. See the swan, they would sigh, on her bed of turquoise silk.
It was an unusually cold summer when misfortune befell the swan. She ran afoul of a witch in the black woods next to the lake. The witch, in her fury, turned the swan’s snowy feathers to ash and her eyes to hard steel.
Heartbroken, the swan returned to those same turquoise waters in which she had always swum.
Continue reading at Isabel Caves
Press a button or two to share... go on, make my day :)
Related
About Sue Vincent
Sue Vincent was a Yorkshire born writer, esoteric teacher and a Director of The Silent Eye. She was immersed in the Mysteries all her life. Sue maintained a popular blog and is co-author of The Mystical Hexagram with Dr G.M.Vasey. Sue lived in Buckinghamshire, having been stranded there due to an accident with a blindfold, a pin and a map. She had a lasting love-affair with the landscape of Albion, the hidden country of the heart. Sue passed into spirit at the end of March 2021.
Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
LikeLiked by 1 person
🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
☺️🌷😎🌹🤗🌺
LikeLiked by 1 person
So sad
LikeLiked by 2 people
Lovely, Sue, and tragic. A nice take on the photo prompt.
LikeLike
I liked this one too.
LikeLike