You're hiking along a deserted forest path. Only the tiniest rays of light find their way to the forest floor. Ferns are thick and full, easily surpassing your belt in height. The path narrows, takes a twist and turn and another twist. You find yourself traveling down hill. The trees' canopy thickens. There are no splashes of sun to light the way. In the silent darkness, the path can only be made out by the separation of the undergrowth.
You know you are walking down hill only by the slight pull in your calves and upper thighs, so subtle is the descent. Another twist, another turn...looming before you is a mossy stone wall, steep steps invite you to approach...or do they warn the traveler to stay away?
Do you climb the stairs?
Do you sit on a step, with your back to the stone wall?
Do you sit on the ground and listen to the echos of life past?
Do you listen for gnomes and fairies to tell you the story of residents long gone?
You know you are walking down hill only by the slight pull in your calves and upper thighs, so subtle is the descent. Another twist, another turn...looming before you is a mossy stone wall, steep steps invite you to approach...or do they warn the traveler to stay away?
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Do you sit on a step, with your back to the stone wall?
Do you sit on the ground and listen to the echos of life past?
Do you listen for gnomes and fairies to tell you the story of residents long gone?
I'm going to walk right up those steps and right through that stone doorway to see what's on the other side.
ReplyDeleteAnd if it is another world on the other side would you walk across the threshold?
Deleteyup, me too!
ReplyDeleteI definitely knew you would, without hesitation!
Deletego up the stairs and check out the fairyland on the other side!
ReplyDeleteAnd what a beautiful fairyland I imagine it would be.
DeleteEnjoyed this thank you for sharing
ReplyDeleteThank you.
DeleteI'd go up the steps. I wouldn't be able to resist!
ReplyDeleteWould you come back the next day with a picnic and friends? I think I would.
DeleteAfter a night's contemplation. I think I would sit on the bottom step and await an invitation. I would accept it with exuberant excitement and when I turn around the house would welcome me in it's wholeness, dressed for company. Maybe Snow White and her seven little gentlemen friends would greet me at the door, or maybe an old woman, mixing herbs and drying roots. Maybe a handsome wizard and a beautiful witch in ancient dress would be standing at the top of the stairs, offering me tea and lessons in broom flying.
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