Tuesday, 17 November 2015

Automatic Writing #16

'If I let my mind wander I find myself within a thorn bush, the thorns inches from my skin. Cold and shining with moisture they are joyfully enriched with a green and red blush. 

Thick stems dig deep into the earth, forcing the earth apart, spreading its roots far underground. I meditate in this place feeling safe touching the aura of nature. Returning to the ghost I left behind years ago I wonder if she knew I was leaving. Did she try to cling to the tea set as I walked out of the door for the final time. Did she ever want to find me? 

Sunlight breaks through the tangle of thorns creating a halo around each eyelash, as if my eyes are shrouded in golden frost.  No sounds of people,  just birds and the distant greeting of a fox. My breath is misting in front of me warming my face and gathering on the downward facing thorns to drip a trail down my bare arms.

The sharp aroma of stringent greenery, dark spiced earth and a ripe bitterness is intoxicating and lulls me to sleep. I awake to watch the sun sliding to the horizon and I think about my own roots, my past that stays with me like a burn, ridged and white, all down my back. I know the taste of poison and the heaviness of lies but as I sit in this cradle of thorns nothing is of any value any more. The faces of people are nothing, all that is, is here and now and the moon above me carrying my thoughts away.'

Hi everyone, 

It's a very wet mid November day here in Yorkshire and I thought this piece was very apt - not that I'm complaining I quiet like the cold. 

I wrote this last year, last November actually. I tried to mold this piece which I called 'Thorn Bush' into a flash fiction or poem for 'Alchemy' but it refused to be tamed so I thought I'd share it in it's raw state (with a tiny bit of editing) as an Automatic Writing and see what you all thought. 

I recently did an interview for a blog with a feature called 'Awesome Indies' - I'll let you know when that's on. 

Last Tuesday I went to watch 'Bill Bailey - Limboland' :D it was a fantastic night and a lovely night out with the hubby. Are there any other Bill Bailey fans that read my blog?

Also I realised that I haven't shared a picture of Tomas for a while so here you go... enjoy! I've named it 'Mr November' lol

Happy Tuesday 

Sunday, 1 November 2015

New Writing of the Month for November ~ Our Slumbering Oak Tree

'There was an area of my village where a tall and ancient oak tree slept. As far back as anyone could remember the tree had leaned and so it was always known as the slumbering oak. It stood next to the church which was just as ancient.

Our slumbering oak had a wonderful atmosphere, its gift was that whenever the sun shone - and no matter from which direction - it would illuminate the oak tree casting its shadow on the wall of the church. In summer with its amber sunlight, the leaves bowing and turning in the breeze it turned the church wall into a silhouette of a fairy-tale wood. 

All the children would come and stare in amazement at the scene, pointing out running rabbits and stalking wolves. A woman running with a stolen crown - then the scene would turn to rippling water as the breeze took hold and a new scene would play;  two children hand in hand carrying baskets, then a fluttering of snow and ice as a bear with her cubs ambled across the wall.

It delighted children for generations. Sometimes when the sun had set and the moon was at its brightest more scenes would play out unseen in silvers and whites. A couple sneaking away to keep their forbidden love a secret;  broken glass shattering and cutting the shadowy leaves. A woman, perhaps the one that stole the crown in the daytime, returned with a crown all of her own holding her hands towards the tree suddenly knowing she could be seen.  A cloud would cover the moon, blacking out the scene and the night would turn eerie and heavy. 

Many times churches where built upon places of old faiths and they in turn chose that spot for a reason. Our slumbering oak and the church where older than anyone knew. How old the magic was that they rested upon would probably never be known.'

Hello everyone and welcome to November! 

It's now time for dark nights, morning frosts and a multi-coloured display of falling leaves. I just love everything about Autumn! 

I hope you all had a lovely time yesterday if you celebrated Halloween, for all the effort Carl put into decorating the front garden we only had two Trick or Treaters! It's not all bad - it means there's a lot of leftover sweets that Carl is slowly munching through. I did get to carve some bats into a pumpkin and Carl did a Jack Skellington design on one :) 

I was inspired to write 'Our Slumbering Oak Tree' while watching the silhouettes of trees on the side of a building. To me, as a mad writer, it seemed magical - some parts flowed like water while others stayed the same and like cloud watching I could see many different shapes and images. I even took a photo! Anyway I hope you enjoyed it.

Happy Sunday