The Calaman Stone 1 comment

16 Feb 2004 @ 18:36, by Marissa A Spencer http://www.tartans.com/mesgboard/viewtopic.php?t=3529 it is illustrated a bit here online.. or you can read it here. The Calaman Stone I wandered along a wooded lane My mind empty of all but the crunch of leaves And the scurry of creatures by the path There came a whisper through the naked trees. “It is I. Can you see me? Can you feel me?” Truly I was imagining this soughing voice. “Where are you?” I whispered, looking here and there. “I am very near, very, very near.” I felt a warm, soft feathery caress Touching my cold, wind-sore face. My heart bloomed within me The fire inside scorching my chest My feet took me to an ill-used path That disappeared into a dark wood Huge stones lined the lonely lane And the wind whipped my thin coat “Find me, find me.” The whispers beckon. A silver shard of light cut into my eyes. It limned a slight figure fluttering before me. “There you are.” I thought aloud. Seeming as if made of snowflakes. She sparkled and shimmered, her eyes like ice And appeared to change in feature and form Whenever she moved or spoke. I felt her hand in mine and it felt ethereal It was almost if I took my eyes off her She would disappear into the mist Smiling she led me into the blue-white light The sudden change to warmth left me blinking In an instant springtime was around me She changed to a faerie of verdant green Her eyes now deep forest brown She led me yet further and I saw the great waters The streams, and falls and meandering rivers The impossible green-ness of it all made me weep “How is this possible?” I asked. “Anything is possible.” I heard her whisper in my mind. “There is more.” Then the world around spun into a blur. Everything was blue, blue-green. I felt sand under my feet. A water world was the next domain to see. “I need you to find something for me.” She gazed at me. “What? What power do I possess that you do not?” “More than you know, kind Sir.” Her sad eyes now blue. “I am trapped here, only your spirit is with me.” “I cannot dwell with my kind, for I am a prisoner.” I knew her eyes would be weeping, in spite of the water. “Tell me what to do.” My own fate rested with this quest. “You must find the Calaman stone, I am trapped within.” “Where will I find this stone and what does it look like?” “Look within to find the way, blue it is where it lay. Before moonrise, or I shall die. Break it on the sacred eye” She set a shell into my hand, and she was gone. I stood where I had been, along the path alone. For surely I had dreamed it all, in my own mind. I felt an object in my hand, the shell I was given. I knew then I had to search, for her faerie prison. That night I dreamt wild, disturbing things Weeping filled my ears, bringing my own tears Sitting up suddenly, I saw a small blue light I shook my head to clear it and the light was gone. Hastily donning my clothes I went into the night. The pounding of my heart, led me in desperation. I ran to the woods to where she had led me. No light led my way, but I remembered. The crevice between the stones led to a cave. The blackness was palpable and moistly clinging I slipped and found myself in a deep water filled pool It was freezing and I could barely move. I saw down below me a faint blue glow. Diving down to see it, I reached out my hand. A hard object now glowed in my hand. It was warm, in spite of the frigid water. My lungs about to burst I hoped I was rising Miraculously my lungs again could breathe. Stone in my pocket I slowly arose from the pool I fell to my face and slept, numb to the core. Morning dawned, small edge of light into the cave Stiffly rising, I stood shakily and went to the light The red dawn mocked me in its faint promise of warmth My wet clothes almost froze me as I stood. I found a flat rock to sit on and took the stone out It glimmered faintly, blue flashes here and there I held it up to my eyes, and there she was. Frozen, as if in mid-scream, my faerie lass. How was I to free her? I had to act soon. For it was to be a morning moon this day. A sacred eye; where could that be? I wilted ‘neath my frantic fears that filled me. I walked back through the now wintry woods Softly reddened by the sun, there a ring of tall black stones An unknown place before this morn, they hulked around me I gazed at them, watching the early mists dissipate slowly Walking around them I muttered to myself A voice in me shouted, “Stop!” I gazed up at the stone beside me, and saw a face. Carved faintly, ominous and unearthly The eyes were but depressions in the stone Sacred eye, sacred eye…I took the Calaman out I heard soft drumming, chanting, and I threw the stone The Calaman stone broke into blue-fired shards The ground began to shake and I fell onto my back I remember no more, as I fell into a deep, black sleep Awakening, found me back in my bed. My wet clothes and muddy shoes beside my bedside Out the window I could see the rising moon. I went back to sleep, and dreamt of fairyland My fair blue maiden was dancing with her faerie folk She smiled at me and kissed me, and then she was gone. I wander those lonely paths most every morn A sentimental hope I suppose of a lonely heart For what mortal can surpass in hope and love The magic that dwells within us all. Marissa A Spencer ©January 11, 2004

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