Time once more for my favorite blog hop. Write, Edit, Publish,
was founded by my friend, the awesome Aussie, Denise Covey. Joining her as
moderator is Yolanda Renee, also awesome. To read other stories in this hop go here.
This challenged included a poem. Being inspired by the poem, I added two lines which have a * symbol
before the quote. The poem is below my story.
For those who are new to my blog, I’ve been compared
with Tolkien in writing style. A great honor since he is my favorite writer. If you haven’t yet purchased my epic fantasy you
can do so. The title is, The Treasures of Carmelidrium. You will find it on my
sidebar. Just 99 cents. At some point this year it will have a new book cover
and the price will go up to $2.99.
When
Love Meets
They fell together, distilled in time, transformed
beyond love and hate. *Pleasure and Pain swear friendship leal and true.
Grace
lifted her arms above her head, her fingers met in an arch, heavenward. Tears,
ran silent along her cheeks. On tiptoe she thrust upward, her faerie wings took
flight. Beneath on the lily pad rested Storm, his wings tattered and grey.
Their compassion strained beyond endurance, as *the vulture may be comrade to
the dove.
Grace
called upon her healing powers. Twirling, her feathered skirt flew out, a
kaleidoscope of colors. Magic shifted. Grace danced upon the air stream,
casting her sparks overhead. The faerie dust floated downward, landing as
soft whispers on Storm. He raised smoky gray eyes and met her crystal blue
gaze.
Anger
rushed out of him. Striking the pond with flashes of thunder. Frogs leapt into
the water, birds took flight, while Storm still stared skyward.
Grace
ignored his bad temper. She had empathy enough. Stored up. Measured strong. She
held her love close. Gazing down, she saw her healing powers restore Storm’s
ragged wings. Strong once more, his wings changed color to midnight blue. He
launched himself from the lily pad and met her in flight.
She raised her voice in
song. “Born of God, my bitter foe. Take
heed to measure your wild hostility. Peace with love will smooth your cares,
until all is sweet, within your heart.”
Storm’s answer was heavy
with his deep voice. “Grace. You who are named for all that is good fail to see
evil. As bats beat their wings in rapid progression, the world will overtake
you and whither your passion.” He flew close and plucked a tear, now turned into
a crystal, from her cheek.
Grace smiled, fluttered
close and pressed a kiss on his cheek. “Would that you could embrace the
sunlight.”
“Shadows obscure its
rays.”
She flew in a circle
around him. “After the rain, the darkness will vanish. It is then that the
rainbow appears.”
“Then we must live in the
colors, and vanish when they fade.” Storm’s face softened and his regard turned
thoughtful.
“Let it be so.” Grace
smiled.
“We will make our home in
a bilious cloud.” Storm took up the dance with Grace. His wings dripped cobalt
blue while Grace shed white ivory.
“Nay, a grass bungalow
beneath the evergreen on top of yonder knoll.”
“Sunlight doesn’t reach
below the sturdy branches of the pine.” Storm allowed Grace’s fingers to
entwine his own. She laughed then and the sound was like a whispered song
through the breeze.
Word Count: 430
PEACE
AND LOVE
There
are two angels, messengers of light,
Both
born of God, who yet are bitterest foes.
No human breast their dual presence knows.
As
violently opposed as wrong and right,
When
one draws near, the other takes swift flight,
And when one enters, thence the other goes.
Till mortal life in the immortal flows,
So
must these two avoid each other's sight.
Despair
and hope may meet within one heart,
The
vulture may be comrade to the dove!
Pleasure
and Pain swear friendship leal and true:
But
till the grave unites them, still apart
Must
dwell these angels known as Peace and Love,
For
only Death can reconcile the two.
Poetical
works of Ella Wheeler Wilcox. by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Edinburgh
: W. P. Nimmo, Hay and Mitchell, 1917
I hope you enjoyed the story. Tell me what you liked.
Nancy
If you would like to read my other faerie stories, scroll down and select faerie from the list of post. P.S. Would you be interested in purchasing a collection of faerie stories? How many would you like to see included for your 99 cents?
