Buderim Forest & Serenity Falls

All Photos- SharonleeGoodhand©September 14

I Fear No Darkness

 

I Fear No Darkness

 

It all began with a rusty iron key;

– adventures have been propelled into action

by lesser things….

And this was no ordinary key

I knew that from the moment I first laid eyes on it.

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Despite the rust the key glittered in places…

flecks of shiny iron glinted through

were the rust flaked off….

… an intricate wire plait looped through the end of the key-

and fastened to the end of the plaited wire was a small green mirror.

 

I felt a moment of trepidation… was this a mystical mirror?

Dare I look upon the reflective surface?

Destiny holds shadows when you fear

and I had no desire to linger in flawed shadows….

… and so I looked… deep into the mirror

and what I saw was not what I expected

I had expected some decayed reflection of myself

                         but found instead a trail which lead off into vast distances-

– trees gathered by the wayside, a breeze trembled through rustling branches.

The far horizon dotted with a line of Pyramids

beyond which a blazing sun rippled with sporadic Solar flares….

spirals of smoke curled out from the sun like Medusa-hair

There can be smoke without fire, you know;

 

How long I gazed into the mirror I could not say

it seemed day passed into night and back to day

and when I finally tore my gaze from the mirror

I was not where I thought I should be-

– I was on that path, bathed in a heat so intense I could hardly breathe…

I stood on a golden step that lead down onto the path itself

behind me lay a darkness thick and foreboding

and it would seem my adventure lay ahead…

 

Even more so peculiar was my attire

for I was dressed in clothes of another time

a staff adorned with feathers in one hand

the key still gripped in the other-

–  A pouch of herbs and a dagger were attached to my belt…

… I felt prepared for a journey and a quick glance into the mirror

suggested the same, for I saw invisible feet leave a trail along the path

and knew (don’t ask me how) but I knew those foot prints were mine;

 

I walked a ways, not really knowing my destination

knowing only that it would be revealed to me on the journey…

… so I walked, enchanted by the trees who sang of a far-off Shangri-la-

– they were good company, those ancient trees

each one whispered tales of the mystical nirvana at the end of the trail

a place of complete bliss and delight and peace

only… troubled times had fallen on the temple there

so sang the trees… the priestess’s  were ill

of unknown causes

and only I could help, for all others had failed…

 

… I paled upon hearing this… my footsteps faltered

I could not save a temple of ailing priestesses  

I was no healer… I was simply- me…

Have faith! cried the trees…

you must, you must in your own power trust…

 

But I don’t have a cure for what ails the temple priestesses I moaned

I am set to fail as all else failed…

No! The trees urged, already you travel further than those before

– a little further and all will be revealed…

have faith… have faith…

 

The trailed seemed endless… I felt no closer despite my steps

the trees all looked the same and I’m sure the darkness followed me…

have faith, the trees whispered, have faith…

no one has made it this far… all gave up and gave in- to the darkness

do not stop until you come to the Mother Of All Trees

for she has a gift for you…

And so on I walked, on and on, even though it felt like I made no progress;

 

I dare not rest… who was I to falter when others needed my aid…

on and on, that insidious darkness always lurking behind

I fear no darkness, I declared recklessly… I FEAR NO DARKNESS

this litany I repeated to myself over and over

fervently…. mantra-like … I fear no darkness

 

You are here, whispered a soft warm voice… where all else have failed

you are here… look behind you—the darkness fears you!

It was the Mother of All Trees who spoke and she was right….

… the darkness had retreated to the far distance

and I had made it to the line of pyramids

which guarded the entrance into the Temple of Shangri-la;

Mother of All Trees curved her branches around me in soothing embrace

dropping into my hands amber resin toffees….

 

Inside these toffees, there is medicine, the Mother of Trees said

your journey is almost over;

you must place one toffee in the mouth of each priestess

and then you must quickly leave… do not wait to see the result of your labors

trust that what you do is the right course of action.

Return to me and I will see you safely home…

I walked on… between two towering pyramids and on to the temple beyond;

once there I did as the Mother had instructed

pausing only briefly to gaze in awe at the supine priestesses….

and then I returned, wearily, to the Mother of Trees;

Have I been successful, Mother, I asked

you must believe you have child, faith, trust in your faith.

Now come, rest on this bed of soft grasses around my roots

I will watch over you.

 

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I don’t recall falling asleep… I don’t recall dreaming

but when I woke I found myself nestled in the soft grasses

that grew around the roots of my favorite tree

by my favorite river-

– in my hand I held a rusted iron key

and an amber resin-like toffee.

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SharonleeGoodhand©2-Sep-14

 

This was written for a Fantasy Prompt Challenge on a creative site I help admin – Apollo Blessed. New Members Welcome 

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 Fantasy Challenge

Then The Silence Fell

Then The Silence Fell

 

You don’t talk with me anymore-

– we were friends once upon a time

discussed the fate of the world

in midnights moving with the flow

of our shared thoughts…

… soul-friends, I thought

spiritually connected through the eons, you said-

– was it merely a game?

 

We spoke of love in all its ardent subtleties

nuances in pastel shades, why did they fade to grey?

And in the process, so too friendship faded.

 

Then the silence fell;

 

How dense that fog of silence now!

I sometimes hear your voice

etched in words of sorrow for this Earth we both love…

… was it not that love which brought us together

poetic passion capturing love of Earth and

lyrics of emotive turn?

 

And yet you melted into the silence

voicelessly relinquishing  the varied loves we shared-

–  such echoes fill my midnights now

the hopes we fostered… global healing we aspired  …

love of life and each other, love of Earth and dirt and things growing;

 

Silence- like a death of precious moments…

… do you think of me still?

Are you happy… fulfilled….

– or am I too late to say… I miss you

in midnights that once flowed

with the rhythm of  our shared thoughts;

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SharonGoodhand©