Tag Archives: magic

Some of them… Stuart France

Posted on January 29, 2021 by Sue Vincent

* I had half expected the town to be deserted. That is Memory again. It acts like  some indifferent film director moving extras around, concerned only with their ebb and flow. Over time the ‘peripherals’ fade leaving only the ‘principals’ … Continue reading →

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Carnival…

Posted on January 29, 2021 by Sue Vincent

* …Face of moving water Breathing in water The water a breathing face… * Today I will speak to you For, today, we hold a race A sprint to the death Whose spirit yields to the swiftest The fleetest of … Continue reading →

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Vicarious #midnighhaiku

Posted on January 27, 2021 by Sue Vincent

Watching the hares run Feeling freedom in their feet Knowing no constraint * Imagination Entering into the seen Vicarious joy *

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The Prisoner…

Posted on January 23, 2021 by Sue Vincent

* Beauty dived into the bushes led by Prince then gasped as one of the thorns from the brambles traced the delicate skin of her inner arm. The blood came in spurts and rivulets. “No wait,” she cried, pausing to … Continue reading →

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Shadow Play…

Posted on January 23, 2021 by Sue Vincent

* ‘Shadowing’ is our term for the phenomenon whereby a standing stone, or group of stones, recreates a distant landscape feature and thereby renders it immediately apparent or tangible. Most other megalithic writers on the subject have also, independently, recognised … Continue reading →

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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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‘Heart and Soul’…

Posted on January 20, 2021 by Sue Vincent

* The first key… Bigger than me… and inside, a box; identical but smaller, in order to fit, with another key. * Key number two… As big as you… whose mote is my beam, now clearly seen as I click … Continue reading →

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Little Acorns…

Posted on January 18, 2021 by Sue Vincent

* … A paper flyer blowing in the wind clings to my ankle. I stoop and peel it from my trouser leg, unfurl it and read… ‘…LITTLE ACORNS…’ A Puppet-Play Figured in Three Acts FEATURING THE REDOUBTABLE MR PUNCH THE … Continue reading →

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Template of Time…

Posted on January 17, 2021 by Sue Vincent

* First thing on waking We reach for the ‘alarm’ To check the time And cannot recall The last time that did not happen. * Continue reading at France & Vincent

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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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