Tag Archives: landscape

Anomalies…

Posted on January 21, 2021 by Sue Vincent

* In the Land of the Living Heart, Angus was playing ball. The sphere of light span and soared in and around and about his aura, as he juggled, and laughed… like tiny bells, chiming. Just then, the Dagda went … Continue reading →

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Doors of Conception…

Posted on January 21, 2021 by Sue Vincent

“Excuse me…” I woke up and looked at the walking stick  insistently tapping my boot, then up at the black face in the sun, and shaded my eyes… “…Do you want to be human?” The voice was young, but also … Continue reading →

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Looking Out…

Posted on January 20, 2021 by Sue Vincent

* I have lain here for millennia watching ages pass. * Great beasts once roamed my slopes. I saw them take to the air. Their leathery calls scarring the sky. In a fiery eye-blink they were gone. * Continue reading … Continue reading →

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Sun-Day…

Posted on January 19, 2021 by Sue Vincent

* On one side a giant kisses the sky, On the other a fore-finger, its hand buried in clay. Yet should you ask, ‘why?’ There is no one left to say… * Can a sliver of blue heaven Between hard … Continue reading →

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Troll Bridge…

Posted on January 19, 2021 by Sue Vincent

* Black-Jack-Davey had been on the road since sun-up. As twilight descended filching the last of the colour from his day he came upon a village. Up ahead he could make out a little stone bridge and what he took … Continue reading →

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Mine-Sweeper…

Posted on January 17, 2021 by Sue Vincent

* I entered the ruin to a low hum… The snug fit of my arms in the portal vectors was no accident. Once inserted an irreversible chain reaction commenced. The stone and wood around me shifted into old form: sleek… … Continue reading →

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Harvest of Wyrms…

Posted on January 16, 2021 by Sue Vincent

* ‘The Witch’, they called her but she minded not, tending to her herbs and the animals and birds which nature’s highest intelligence brought to the garden of her single-roomed house knowing her abilities to hold and to heal… It … Continue reading →

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Wish you were here… Stuart France

Posted on January 15, 2021 by Sue Vincent

* In Olden Times, Holidays were originally just that… Holy Days. The whole community would lay aside their work day duties and together engage in deeply or intrinsically symbolic activities which related to the situation that they all found themselves … Continue reading →

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Another Green World?…

Posted on January 14, 2021 by Sue Vincent

* The infant souls crouched in the tunnel. Water trickled and dripped… echoing… Raven’s claws scratched and scuttled, drowning the echoes; he paused and tilted his head: his moon-eyes flashed. Continue reading at France & Vincent

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Sweet Terror…

Posted on January 11, 2021 by Sue Vincent

* …I first noticed the spirals on the gate of number eight Teesgrove Road when I was turning the soil and tidying the litter from the strip of earth which separated its grounds from those of number ten Teesgrove Road. … Continue reading →

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