Click the Frog to Join the Party
Everyone knows where to go: the cold iron gates upon the hill. Bone-cold letters shift as you watch, saying to Abandon hope, lasciate ogne speranza. The first peoples found it. They lined the path with stones.
From dawn to dusk, a drummer sounds the way on her bodhran. If you get closer, uilleann pipes whisper like ghosts. Closer still, the air grows dense to the touch and taste. Time and space waver, untethered.
No one who has gone closer has ever returned, but I will. I will see my lover there once more. I hope, yes hope. You know, I was never one to follow directions.
This prompt from Rochelle and Liz made me think of fairy groves and getting “lost” in the woods as a child. Because it’s St. Patrick’s Day it also made me think of my 1/4 (but it counts!) Irish heritage, and oh how I love a good Irish portal fantasy. Because, no one does portal fantasy like Irish mythology does portal fantasy, in my not so humble opinion.
Just the idea of stepping into some fairy ring one day and into another realm….. I know it’s not real, but I like to think it might be. Then again, maybe not. The stories rarely end well for us mortals, do they? (Only one way to find out for sure….)
Anne Higa 
A beautiful tale to start the weekend off, Anne. Just wonderful. I can picture it in my mind as I look out the window at a dense fog. Fog always lends one’s mind to wild imaginings, doesn’t it.
Love the way you described the atmosphere, including the music
Such wonderful descriptions, Anne. And I love the daring, hope-filled narrator. Who knows, maybe there is a portal to step through. And if no-one has come back, how do we know it didn’t end well? Maybe there’s bliss through there…
Beautifully descriptive Anne. I can imagine all that is included in this fantasy.
And we’ll never know how this story ends. . . .maybe we need an exit portal 🙂
I enjoyed the story, Anne, but found the colours hard on the eyes.
It might just be me, of course
A land of myth and legend. Happy St Patrick’s Day (I must have some Irish somewhere down the line, but I’m not sure where!)
Really good writing. This line wow: “Time and space waver, untethered.”
Dear Anne,
I love the ethereal feel of your words. They put me in the moment. Love the music.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Beautiful descriptions.
Words and music in perfect harmony. Well done Anne.
against all odds, i love the positive attitude. 🙂
A magic grove! Enjoyed it.
“pipes whisper like ghosts” – love it. Well done.
Fascinating, you reminded me of time spent in rural Ireland, lovely.
A very determined character, I hope they get what they are striving for. Beautifully descriptive!
Great imagery.
A haunting tale.
To find your own way in a confused world is exciting.
I hope too – that her love is there waiting.
She seems rather sure of herself. Too cocky maybe!
Lovely write, Anne
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