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Friday, August 17, 2012

Preludes to The Short Lived Tale of Sea-Going Link




Preludes to The Short Lived Tale of Sea-Going Link. (original "Link" tale follows immediately 

Father was a sailing man with large beefy hands
and a vivid florid face filled with sunlight and salt spray
Mother was a fairie sprite floating his
ale one night on drifts of dandelion fluff
blown through the opening and shutting door
Dancing in the rose tinted light
He heard her tinny, tiny voice, laid his index finger as a split log on the polished bar and watched as she lit on the tip to fix her gossamered wings  –

Father watched in wonder, mesmerized by her perfect limbs folded 
on the half moon of his fingernail
Closed his eyes to sigh and 
Woke ecstatically entwined for one slivered shimmering second
Before wakedness insidious as snake slither split his eyelids and 
Sitting bolt upright on his feather-bed he stared at 
a fine spray of glitter – sparkling in a tiny rumpled crease on his pillow case – 
as memory of her gentle touch, their soaring coupling poured through his blood 
encircling his heart piercing his center with a silvered nick more real than any dream or drunkard fantasy could ever be.

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( this was the first tale of Link which ended his life)

 A Tale From the Marrow 
introducing the short-lived Link 
In the evening in the Marrow a smallish Link sails into a sunlit puddle behind the shuttered sail-shop seeking a teeny store of sail. The Link arduously tosses his anchor, stills the wee wake he has had to navigate and standing upon the deck calls in a stern tinny voice over the rail “Oh ye Lord Of Marrow” why have ye 
abandoned your faithful Link to pitch sail alone?” 
In the morning of the Marrow the shopkeeper stops to open his backdoor and steps unseeing crushing the teeny empty bottle of port on the deck of the 
decimated boat on the bottom on his shoe – only one miniature almost invisible 
rail remains, sticks in a crevice of his shoe and clicks softly on the tiled floor as 
he opens his sunny shop unaware of the tragedy that he has traversed and 
unwittingly trails. 




8 comments:

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    1. Thanks Rosemary a little follow up requested for a previous silly little story/ poem

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  2. O to wear the slivered nick, the token of a nocturnal visit from some wise and wondrous creature! :)

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  3. Very intriguing. Sad for the husband to wake and find he was only dreaming in a drunken stupor and yet, the glitter shining in the crease of the empty pillow...oh and how sad is the second part. Very creative writing Dkp.

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  4. Oh, I like this! But then I am a fan of fantasy. Surly you have more to this tale...Brings to mind how we need to pay attention - so as to not get 'rails' stuck in our shoes. Poor Link.
    You did have fun with this list :)

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  5. Oh Webweaver! Spinning a part of that yarn without further exploits is a major tease for sure. That is an interesting character/story. More Please, Pearl!

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  6. I'm with Walt - more please Pearl! This is enchanting with strong imagery and such a well-drawn character ...

    http://thepoet-tree-house.blogspot.ca/2012/08/grey-matters.html

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  7. Hi all - you guys are all so sweet - "Link" just started as a very tongue in cheek little fellow ( perhaps a distant relation of Mr. Linky? Lol) but he is fun to share. THANKS FOR ALL THE KIND WORDS... I do so very much appreciate them!

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