By Tom Merriman
After the Sun sets
And darkness covers the land
The Moon brings a chill
Continuing with the cocktail chillin’ theme, both here and on Splodge and Splatter. I’m not too keen on being overhot, so will do anything to cool down a little…
Reports are coming in of a breaking news story that is fake. Numerous un-named sources from various high-ranking departments / companies / sectors and other non-descript bodies have all concurred to these current events. Concurrently, on the other side of the world, there are other unsubstantiated and extremely patchy bulletins being released that may or may not have links to the breaking news story here.
Tony (not his real name), a passer-by in the street, was asked for his opinion on this very relevant and concerning news story. He was in a hurry and could only mutter “I don’t have time for this nonsense”, as he walked on by, face distorted with a mixture of confusion and worry.
Dark clouds are gathering overhead as if in ominous agreement with the dark undertones that are being emitted with this as-it-is-happening event, details of which are still sketchy, and we are hoping for further details as and when they filter through. Proof that the story is breaking has been confirmed by two or three scientists working in the Southern Hemisphere. So, confirmation has been obtained in this major news-worthy event. Sorry, that should be UN-confirmed.
Analysts say they are concerned by this development, and are watching matters closely, although they are also saying that we should err on the side of caution until we are absolutely sure that this news story is breaking.
Further news will follow as and when it happens.
The authenticity of this story is currently unclear. Believe it or not.
Art supplies, that is.
And I have no idea what I’m going to do with them… just went on a pick and mix rampage and bought anything that jumped out at me!
I have two tiny tiny segmented containers, two sparkly glass candle holders, a two-handled vase, some feathers, a glue gun with glue sticks, a sharp knife, some air-drying clay and some sticky fixers. Oh, and some stretched canvases (canvi?) and some soft pastels. I don’t know what I was thinking.
But there’s nothing new there!
This post is part of Six Word Saturday. Visit Debbie’s site if you’d like to read more.
About the image:
A watercolour painting of my paintbrushes, which I painted in July 2016 as part of #WorldWatercolorMonth. It has been digitally enhanced and imbued with the creative power of the Universe, each star representing a spark of artistic inspiration. One of them will find its way to me soon, I’m sure. Oh, and I’ve digitally added the signature as well. I say digitally. I mean through PowerPoint.
Outside the realms of my magical and wondrous Mansion exists another place. The polar opposite, if you like.
A dark and sinisterly treacherous place known only as W. There, clouds swirl in turmoil overhead, and sometimes around. Icy winds blast and cut straight through exposed skin, deep into the warm veins beneath – some dare say they reach deep within the soul. With me, they simply try. I have a coat that keeps such things at bay.
The earth churns and groans, as if trying to rid itself of the hefty mass that tries to spread across its surface. Shadows fall down cracks at sunset, with dead trees appearing to take their place, but they are all merely an illusion. An echoing thud thud thud from the distant railway line is sometimes carried in by the wind – more so on misty evenings – but since the railway line was closed down over twenty years ago the actual source remains a mystery.
Old-fashioned telephones can be heard ringing through the broken glass in windows of offices long disused. Sometimes, ghostly voices can be heard in conversation – but with whom? Are they another illusion or a figment of many an imagination. Perhaps they are a recording, trapped amidst the turmoil of the churning and groaning soil of this darkened place.
Other buildings stand ominously. Birds fly around the rooftops like bats and ravens in a horror movie. The buildings themselves seem to come alive on the night of the Full Moon, but some, I’m told, have seen a change at the time of the Summer Solstice. I haven’t seen this personally. I tend not to stick around.
I have to go to this and through this Land of W daily for work.
It makes coming home to the Mansion all the more inviting and all the more pleasurable.
There has to be balance. Things wouldn’t be the same without it.
Through the mists, the storms, the turbulence of time
They have stood
Mysterious relics of a bygone age
Backbone, support and strength
For themselves and others
Created by ancient hands
As a message perhaps
For hope
Togetherness
Connectedness
Solitude and Solace
Celebration of Solstice
And an offering of the land
From the land
To the land
Hands and minds long gone
Stories long forgotten
Legends created and rewritten
But the megaliths still stand
And with them
Perhaps
Their message of hope
For a future
Long forgotten to them
And their creators
