Thursday, December 5, 2013

The Sage and the Belladonna



In a garden, there grew a sage and a belladonna.

The sage’s blooms were of vibrant red hue, but despite his fiery color, he was quiet and gentle as the wind on a clear night.
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The belladonna’s blossoms were deep violet as dusk, but despite her pretty color, she did not find herself pretty.

The sage and the belladonna both loved stories. Being side by side, they began to tell one another stories. And the sage found he was fine with not being so quiet, and the belladonna found that maybe she was a little bit pretty—or at least their stories were, and that made her happy.

The sage was a healing plant, although he did not know it. Often those who have a natural gift for healing do not know it, because it is simply part of who they are.

The belladonna, however, was poisonous, although she did not know it. Often those who are toxic may not know it, especially when they think they can heal, too.

And being side by side, their roots began to intertwine. While the sage’s roots were soothing and curing to the belladonna, her roots were slowly blinding and poisoning the sage. But she did not know that, for all the while the sage seemed happy and took the poison without complaint.

The other flowers in the garden saw this, and some could see how the belladonna was poisoning the sage. But what could they do? They were rooted where they were, and it was not their place to tell them the truth. And the sage and belladonna seemed so happy, it made the other flowers happy too.

Then the gardener came into the garden, and saw how the sage was being poisoned by the belladonna. As the gardener knew the sage was valuable and curative, while the belladonna was not. So the gardener uprooted the belladonna, and threw it out of the garden, into the brush just outside the garden’s fence.

Somehow, the belladonna rooted herself into the earth outside the garden, and continued to thrive. But she was sad without the sage by her side, telling her stories. Without the sage’s healing touch, all she had left was her own poison, and it festered in her core, and pooled up inside of her until it was all she felt and all she knew. Her pretty color faded and withered, and there was a crack in the place where her seed had once been. Things with cracks in them can still function, can still go on, but they simply do not work the same as they once did.

And the sage was sad too, for a time. But without the belladonna’s poison, he still had his healing touch, and gradually the poison dissipated and he was healthy and whole again. New flowers grew in around him, and were good company, and they told stories to one another. Nice stories, funny stories, but different from the ones he had made with the belladonna…

Sometimes, the belladonna wondered if he missed the old stories…

Even as many summers tumbled by, and winters roared through and departed again and again, there was still a crack in the seed of the belladonna, and even as she learned to live with it, sometimes it still hurt…

But she knew now she was poisonous, and that staying out of the garden kept the sage safe.

The sage would never know it, and he would never hear her stories or her words again…but the belladonna would always keep a thought of him tucked in that tiny crack of her seed, and somehow that made her feel just a little bit more whole. From her place in the brush, she could see through the fence how he continued to flourish and blossom and laugh in the garden.

And she was happy for that.

Tuesday, October 8, 2013

Derry's Down, Deary

I seem to be away from the Imaginalchemy Homestead far more than I would like...

But for those who may be bored, and want a short tale about assassins-for-hire, a dastardly gang called the Morbids, and references to Edward Lear poetry...or if you just like an unusual mystery, here's one for you (courtesy of the Toasted Cheese Literary Journal yet again)...

http://tclj.toasted-cheese.com/2013/13-2/cook.htm

Thursday, July 11, 2013

Salutations from the Imaginalchemist's traveling Wagon of Weirdness and Oddities...

So, it's been a while since I donned the Imaginalchemist facade. It's been a busy time being the Other Me (you know, the frizzy-haired pen scrawler who's been at literary conferences, book signings, and hammering out a book sequel) and so my wagon's been on the road quite a bit.

Not that I've had time to invent any new bits of whimsy...but I miss the Imaginalchemy workshop. So, even though this is not my work, I came across this poem when I visited William Wordsworth's grave in England last year, and I hope its imagery brightens your day the way it does for me.

Daffodils

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.


Friday, January 25, 2013

Free Writing Contest for Sci-fi and/or Young Adult Writers!

Salutations once again from the Imaginalchemist!

I realize I do not tend to my Archives as regularly as I was, or should, but occasionally something comes to my Archives that I feel should be shared among my fellow writers...

For those who have unpublished science fiction and/or young adult novels aching to be critiqued, the Writer's Digest website is offering a free contest, in which you could win a critique from a professional literary agent and $50 credit to purchase an item from the Writer's Digest online bookstore!

Did I also mention it's free to enter? (a rarity among writing contests nowadays...)

Details and how to enter are at the website below:
http://www.writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/guide-to-literary-agents/13th-free-dear-lucky-agent-contest-young-adult-and-sci-fi

Good luck to those who wish to enter, and happy writing!