Vining

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Spirit Space

Of a witch and a pumpkin field...

Harvest was complete in the season, as darkness became a reason for celebration.

The fertile field was solem and sweet on the full moon night she had chosen to greet it. Soft light fell upon the remains of those not wanted, all of them scattered about the broken rows of late golden October.

Some had begun to rot into their space of beginning as others appreared to be solid still; and the wondering of why it was so began within her spirit. 

Silent air surrounded as she walked slowly among the mishapen and familiar, all the ones reflecting the fire of the past. As she went into the heart of the field she met odd comfort in the calming silence. Gazing about while moving forward, memories of candles lit in ritual and blessing came to mind.

Their brillant shade of orange green was hidden from view, but here she found her face carved into every one. The false smiles and welcoming grins of her true self. And the untouched ones held the subtle magic of what was forever shared, the connection felt deep within their roots and the bones of an old woman.

Her natural weariness was born of an existence well lived, her winding path rock filled and rutted. From it she learned the wisdom of minding every step to be taken.

Drawn to the deeper wood, where the spirits of trees would greet, she would linger there, becoming wiser in her youth. The spell of life being cast upon her from the moment of her birth, she grew to understand the unseen world, found in the places of betwix and between. 

The day she would pass was known to her in a dream. And it was with a serene acceptance that she made for the field, the rising moon on its certain course across the sky guiding her on.

She found her space of rest and it was upon no ordinary ground, and something there held her tightly as she melded with those about her, and the essence of the vining took her into the mystic realm.


Submitted: October 30, 2020

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hullabaloo22

Beautiful, LE. True magic in those descriptions.

Fri, October 30th, 2020 6:35pm

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Thank you hullabaloo22.

Wed, November 4th, 2020 2:23pm

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