In the Field with Else

White Electric Wind After many moons of wandering over hill and dale, through snow and gale, she comes to a clearing in the woods where the orange glow of a fire crackles, the scent of apple smoked wood meets her nostrils. An old woman sits by the flames, the hood to her cloak resting on…

Fairy Tale Field Notes: Clever Else

10.05.18 Yellow Rythmic Sun To begin, a full transcript to Clever Else can be read here. Three worlds, lower, middle, upper, this tale traverses, starting in the confined bowels of the heroine’s, Else’s, father’s cellar where she’s dispatched to return with beer.  Have you ever been in a cellar?  When we’d go to Iran during…

Place

There is a place called home, far away from Rome, from where we roam and return. Season’s turning and the garden we seeded and grew this year is drawing near to close.  It gave of itself as a place of pleasure, work and leisure, medicine food and flowers, sitting with butterflies for hours, crooning bees,…

Dancing

Rainmaker dances, a wild electric dance, she courts thunder to come clap alongside her, she calls her sisters to join her trance. There are four rainmakers dancing, their electric hair streaming wildly white, black eyes flashing as feet pound minty music. The sound of rain pouring comes, thunder claps loudly, and black clouds roll their…

What The Rose Did . . .

What the Rose did to the Cypress, A Persian Tale from The Brown Fairy Book, by Andrew Lang, [1904] Once upon a time a great king of the East, named Saman-lalposh, had three brave and clever sons—Tahmasp, Qamas, and Almas-ruh-baksh. One day, when the king was sitting in his hall of audience, his eldest son,…

Bit Bit

And just like that, after painting Wood Duck last month, two have returned to the pond to paddle.  Not for long though, as our dog flushes them out and they wing up through cloudy skies, circling round and round to see whether we’re gone.  Every year they come from wherever they’ve been to shape a…