Eliza Daley ~ Wordcraft & Musing on Home & Hope
This particular passage is why I decided to air out this WIP this particular week. Fintan stood on the front steps and drew a deep breath before going into his house. The mail carrier drove up behind him and dumped a pile of catalogs in their box. Now Fintan knew time was wonky. The mail… Continue reading Collision: On Home
This is from a work in progress. I feel like it's a good time to air it out a bit. The cave is always a place where worlds collided, a seam between This and Other. This cave was forged in collision — continents crashing together, volcanic spasms spewing molten rock, mountains thrust to the cold… Continue reading Collision: Prologue
I ran into Annie today at the grocery store. Annie’s son is in the second grade with my daughter, so I know Annie superficially. I greeted her over our shopping carts. Both carts — mine with a manifest desire to go left and avoid Annie altogether — were loaded with milk, lunch meats, sliced bread… Continue reading A Mother’s Secret
She rose in the chill hour before dawn. Over the western horizon the moon, now almost full, cast long shadows in the grasses, limning the early morning in silver. Behind the camp, the green glow of the approaching sun capped the cold mountains. Looming malevolently in the moonlight, the snowy heights seemed to taunt and… Continue reading Duty Before Dawn
She went to the well every morning. She, and every other girl in the village. Every morning to the well to gather the water necessary for washing, cooking, drinking, brewing — all of which she would also do. Every day. Every morning she went to the well in the village common. But not this morning. … Continue reading The Well
the hawthorn queen she waxes full in fertile grace queen of quick and fay, she reigns in mantle green and seemly face quelling fear and mortal pains eternal mother, ever maid undying wisdom in her glance deathless wierd is on her laid to spin th' unceasing wheel of chance again, she comes in crown of… Continue reading May Day
A few romantic poems for Floralia. Well, sort of romantic at any rate.
A bit of desert dragon poetry for the last Tuesday in April. Because it seems a dragonish sort of time.
23 April is St George's Feast Day. This year the bank holiday is on Monday, 25 April. To honor the day, here is a version of the story of St George and the Dragon, which itself is a version of a much older tale of annual agricultural sacrifice. Andromeda being tied for sacrifice, Apulian red-figure vase, ca.… Continue reading Andromeda
Cronus and the Omphalos stone, Athenian red-figure pelike C5th B.C.(Metropolitan Museum of Art) the monster the greatest god the father generating heirs but swallowing his challengers his children he is entrenched and the battle lines won’t move oh, just never but the future revolution, revelation is in conspiracy the young ones are thinking action will… Continue reading sa tourne
