Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Sleepless

     As sleep lounges in a corner refusing her invitation, Anne Marie's mind travels to the long ago.

     In the blush just before dawn, after a night of hunting those things that go bump, the memories taunt.

     Her daughter, born in a witches hut. A child she never held nor suckled. A child taken from her before her womb completed its business.

     All that she has to hold, is a silver thread wound tightly about a lock of hair.

     She has known her daughter's daughter, and the daughters after.

     Still, she'd trade the centuries for one touch of her newborn's hand.




I joined in the 100 Word Song, this week's track is "She Talks to Angels" by The Black Crowes.  This is another little snippet of Anne Marie/Annag's story.  There is more, I'm working on it...




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10 comments:

  1. I love where this is shaping up to go. The opening image is particularly strong.

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    1. Cam, Thanks! I think I know where it's going. Sometimes it takes a side street on me, catches me off guard.

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  2. Powerful stage, it creates images in my mind of that tiny hand.

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    1. Thank you! I was hoping it would do that.

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  3. very ethereal. The first few lines just puts you into the imagery.

    Leeroy loves this one.

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    1. Thanks, Lance! I've been really working on descriptives and the imagery.

      Tell Leeroy thanks as well ;-)

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  4. strong imagery. I'd like to know more

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    1. Thank you Rene, I've written a lot, but it's scattered around a crazy time-line. Some of it is here http://elsetimeandotherwhen.blogspot.com/p/annag-of-clan-macclarrenanne-marie.html

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  5. Very powerful. Filled with strong descriptions and intense emotion.

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    1. thank you much Tara. I'm glad you liked it, that means a lot.

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