M is for Marshes.....
Dark, murky mires.
What at once appears as solid land, one step and you find yourself waist-deep in the swallowing ground.
Dark, murky mires.
What at once appears as solid land, one step and you find yourself waist-deep in the swallowing ground.
What little fairy lights at night do draw a traveler near, one who is lost to the mire before he realizes he has misstepped.
Wise words to any who travel where the fairies play at night.... Do not, dear sir, do not dare to follow the lights.....
Or you may be forced to light your own corpse candle in the night....
I apologize for not commenting on this sooner--fallen a bit behind, I am.
ReplyDeleteYour image selection and the words you chose to paint portraits--perfect.
"Where fairies play at night" and "you may be forced to light your own corpse candle in the night". Oh my gosh this so rocks. How'd it come to you? It's lyrical and the imagery is condensed. Tastes like poetry.
And then, the black and white image is my favorite. Have any background on it?
Sorry for all the questions. I just found this absolutely enjoyable. Thanks for the cool entry!
Aw, thanks so much...
ReplyDeleteTruth be told, for years, before I ever tackled longer fiction, I wrote poetry--- seems my mind works in lyrical verse--- sometimes the poetry comes more easily than prose.
And, the black & white image--- all I know of it is: it's an 1815 drawing by T.W. Cook in the Polehampton, Gallery of Nature and Art... It was taken from an 1811 drawing of Lincolnshire.
I like questions, so, no worries there :-)
I'm glad you like it...