02 Dec My Journey Home

After attending a writing workshop in 2012, I decided that I was absolutely hopeless at writing fiction. I could not come up with anything and felt completely at sea. Some while later I attempted to write a book about seven dragons but it remained an incomplete and rather dismal effort. A couple of weeks ago Claudio persuaded me to attend a local writers group with him and after much dithering, I went.

The writer in residence would suggest a topic and we would be given 20 minutes to write something. Although I did not complete a single piece, I was surprised at how much fun I had that evening, and although not actually a story, I was still amazed that I was able to make something up in alignment with the proposed topic.

The piece I want to share with you is the first one we did and I was so slow that I only completed the first three paragraphs of it in the allotted twenty minutes. I am glad to say that I did get a fair bit faster by the end of the evening.

This morning I decided to complete it and here it is below. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

With love, sa

Terrified, I fall from the vast sky into an unforgiving land. No warm sanctuary here to catch or hold me, and I scream down through vicious teeth of grey granite, pounding over the edge of cliffs to flow fast and furious through vast valleys and harsh gullies.

In time I find myself gliding more slowly past golden fields and my icy rage settles as I warm to the sun’s bright beams.

I soften and linger a while in deep dark holes and sweet basins of rich red stone covered in bright green moss. Small iridescent fish dart and dance in my soft wet being.

I trickle through hot rocks and cool long reeds to fall headlong and laughing into a great turquoise lake. Here I meet so much more of myself and I tarry quietly for many bright moons before my longing pushes me to stream and trickle and gush and meander down through gentle hills and green valleys, dense forests, and wide open fields.

Sometimes I speed along merrily, but when tired I become sluggish and stagnate, a fertile pond for tiny creatures to breed in.

Still, my yearning pulls me out of my torpor and off I go shining once more in the light of the sun and the moon, babbling with joy, for when I turn the next corner…

There she is, the end of my journey. My big blue mother embraces her weary daughter and I surrender willingly into her deep welcoming expanse.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             Posted 2nd December 2017 by Sa Silvano

The topic for the above piece was “Write something from the perspective of an element“.