Epic Mythology

Ralto’s Descent

K’Sandra rested by the hearth
Watching the clouds through the window part
And fold and roll and burst with light
No need to foretell the storm tonight

She sipped the liquid from her favourite cup
A bolt of light made her sit up
A heavy knock rapped upon her door
As thunder clapped and shook the floor

Through dusty glass she could see outside
Was a man who once served by her side
Without a thought she let him in
Her welcome smothered by thunder’s din

Silhouetted by lightning’s glare
Features hidden except golden hair
Lord Ralto stood expressionless
“The Mount needs you” he simply stressed

Epic Mythology? I hear you ask. Yes! I reply. Epic Mythology. An epic tale, in rhyme, with multiple parts, characters, places, set in an unknown mythological realm where there are no rules and anything can happen. It comes… it goes… it’s back!

And it’s now included in my Storylines Menu, so all of the parts are together and building up as one!

Toward Everplain

Bonfire

Today’s theme for #WorldWatercolorMonth is ‘playful’.

What springs to mind with the word playful? For me, today, it was a dancing flame, so I very quickly painted a bonfire. As you do.

When watching a bonfire, one of the things that fascinates me is the different shapes created in both the flames and the smoke and the swirls and the colour. And even though the background looks very poorly painted, it is actually deliberately done that way, even that big splodge at 11 o’clock. Oh yes. If you look carefully at the top of any bonfire you see all kinds of splodges and things rising upwards – not just imaginary ones!

As for the ‘rough’ look, well… have you ever seen a still flame? And besides, it was a very quick painting. Fire in watercolour… who’d’ve thunk it?

Although, I could just be playing with you…

World Watercolor Month July 2020 Main Logo Doodlewash

Out of the Box

I’d gone into every grotty gin joint in town. And this last one is the grottiest.

The singer, Devizes Wiltshire, normally not very good yet still the ultimate professional, has managed to get herself caught up in the stage lighting – not a good look. Still, she’s carrying on, give ‘er credit. She is committin’ murder on the stage though. She’s murderin’ my favourite song.

Told you this place is grotty.

Over by the bar I see ‘Ewt fer Newt’ ‘Ickling, filling ‘is face with leftover food from the kitchen. There’s no tellin’ ‘ow long it’s been there but he doesn’t care. Whoops. His maud Maude has interfered with ‘is eatin’. He’s not too pleased.

There’s a silhouette in front of the window. Well, everyone’s a silhouette in ‘ere. The windows are that filthy and the streetlight right outside is way too bright, nothin’s that clear.

I’m looking to see a man about a dog. I am. Literally. Aman. I thought I saw ‘im sittin’ next to Ewt fer Newt’s Maude, but it wasn’t ‘im.

At least I’ve found ‘is dog though. I’ll tell ‘im when I find him.

I’ll look for ‘im again tomorrow.

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Earlier today I posted my entry for One Word Sunday:

I did some serious tweaking of the image, I must admit, using the editing tools on my mobilius phonius, but even after all that I still think it’s obviously the interior of a cardboard box.

But from the inside of the cardboard box, I thought outside of it and came up with the short story above. My mind takes me to the oddest of places at times! All fun though!

Reality

Sometimes it’s a good idea to suspend the notion of ‘reality’ and see what else comes along to take its place.