MAGIC CAULDRON (photomorph) & THE COSMIC CONSTANTS (short short dream story) by Roswila

THE COSMIC CONSTANTS

"You must, whether you wish to or not," says the Old Queen, "all my power has waned and now rises fully in you."

With obvious reluctance and deep sadness, the Nascent Queen does as she's commanded. She casts the huge spell, her face becoming a dark, tear-streaked mask of power, with an empty triangle where her nose would be. Her face instantly returning to it's youthful beauty as the spell settles down to do its work in the world at large.

"And now you will marry the King," asserts the Old Queen, echoes of her own power vibrating like wind in bare branches. "No, not the Old King, the new one who just ascended to the throne. And he's demanding your hand immediately so that your powers can merge, strengthening and protecting our land once more."

Looking around as if there might be a way out of this thorny pickle, the Nascent Queen walks off on the Old Queen, to wander beyond the castle. "Is there no end to strife," she thinks as her feet and magic staff break through the earth's crust with every step as if it were thin ice. Sighing she realizes that, yes, the earth does need a bit of magicking and that she can fix this little problem on her own. She casts a quick spell, the earth firming up beneath her feet. Yet her staff still breaks through whenever she leans on it. And lean on it she must in order to walk this land.

"Ah, you've learned one of the cosmic constants," says a merry male voice behind her. She turns and faces the approaching High Sorcerer of the Realm. "A Queen's staff can and will break through any spell" says he. "And, yes, though you are not quite yet our Queen, your staff is already empowered in order to get you safely to the throne."

He steps closer to her, leading with his own burled and twisting staff. "Now, despite your childish resistance, my dear, listen carefully to this second cosmic constant: Even here in this land of spells and potions, some things are what they are and will be what they will be, no matter how we wish or work to make them other. So as is said in one of the mundane worlds, 'buck up,' my Nascent Queen, and embrace who you are and who you are becoming."


[short short story based on a dream of 9-17-15. I laughed out loud when I recalled that noseless image. Hey, she doesn't have a nose to get out of joint for a change! :-) Photomorph "Magic Cauldron" (8-18-15 005v8a) by Roswila]

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There are many other sorts of posts on this blog. I indicate which are about or influenced by dreams. Some non dream focused posts are book reviews, "regular" poems (some by other writers, as the above is), scifaiku, writing exercises, Tarot haiku, photos, haiga, and so on. However, most of those are in much older posts. There's a listing by month going back to early 2006, at the end of the sidebar.

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until next time, keep dreaming,

[a/k/a Patricia Kelly]
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