Cut Glass Magic: Introduction

Matt Holck

my primary concern with this chapter is
whether it draws the reader in
I would also like to hear other people paraphrase it
so I know that it is clear



Cut Glass Magic: Introduction

Heaven?
the bodies are consumed in the shedding
only the breath remains trapped inside the catacomb forever
(death has been shed by not allowing the breath to disapate into the sky)
ancestors mix in the winds of the caverns
whispering for all who enter to join

Come and ride the carousel cradle in the caverns
put pain aside and shirk the bell that once called out your hunger.
We will turn eternally brushing through each other
shedding skin to earthenware held closely in the under.

(evil plot)
the black water is the death shedded by the old
the wizards are tapping those deaths from the pool

liquid death stirred into molten sand
spread smooth across a plate of gold
stained glass for window pattern magic
if broken under light
a shadow is released below
a death under a wizard's control



I’m the glasscutter.
With a di(A)mond wheel g_l_i_d_i_n_g in Oil,
a single stroke /
opens a fissure

---

I gently Tap beside the line
...............deepening the groVe
until with a ~twist of the wrists~
..I separate /
the glass as planned.

Valmont

It certainly grabbed my attention, especially the last part, there's something cool about a glass cutter:)

The first bit reminded me of the first few pages of the Silmarillion, take that as you will :eek:

'Come and ride the carousel cradle in the caverns', that's a good paragraph.

But I'm no expert

Matt Holck

Valmont wrote:

The first bit reminded me of the first few pages of the Silmarillion, take that as you will :eek:

lol
as long is it does go 500 pages


Cut Glass Magic :
looking through stained glass

filter ray
defused to volume through dust or smoke or vapor
the depth of light hung in a cloud
the colored colonnades determine by the cuts in the frame
and the dyes in window glass panes

and staring at the sun
filtered by cut glass
priest could see over the land
where ever beams were cast

an envy of the forest
shrouded from their eyes
for it is hard to trust
what they can't recognize

he watched her as she grew among the fields of flax
her hair like fire flowing through the rows
as she walked to the well in morning's light
unaware of the priest's delight
but beneath the trees she started to wander
leaving his sight for him to ponder
what he had missed with in the forest

butterflies dance across the sun
don't look! least you go blind
flying between sun and eye
out of reach with every try
like rainbows running in retreat
the way your shadow lies

Matt Holck

The River Sings to Mona


After fetching the water from the well
She searches the meadow beyond the plowed fields
To gather the medicine that the wild plants yield

eyebright seeds are crushed to powder
bloodroot's pummeled to pulp
rooted at the river bank
the aching will not stop

bent over rolling current in pent up inner strain
dropping in the river, her tears fell like the rain
and rumbling soft down under, the stream began to sing

O mistress I am honored, to carry salty kisses away
but might I suggest that blue cohesh
would help your burden drain

travel up into the forest
to blue buries with webbed leafs
the root of the blue cohesh
will bring you some relief

and listening to the babbling brook
Mona's life was changed from then
she enter into woodlands



Mona Terries

the sun broke under tree tops
on its slanted descent
and I knew from the signal
the afternoon was spent

when a sun patch shown raspberries
sparkling with direct light
I was disposed to terry
the fruits are my delight

Matt Holck

Night Closes In


thunderheads rushed over horizon
gray columns swallowed the sun
the evening light grow quickly dim
though it had just begun

bats woke early from slumber
within dead tree hollows
screaming whispers under
retaliation follows

gathering
swarming together