7 Mistral Valley Lane
Dear Wizard of Zanzibar,
I wonder what you do between stories?
Do you look for more in the world around you?
Or do you have some secret hobby between times?
Do you ever go looking for a new range of clothes?
Or a new place to live?
Are your clothes mere holograms for those who seek physical, visual satidfaction?
Of course, your home is really anywhere your nomadic feet tire and need rest
Or do you have some special place that tends to encourage your return?
You realise, I am just working toward the inevitable question...
Please ~ Gather more stories!
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Solarised track
Zanzibar arrived at the inn...
A swinging sign at the front with a collie on it
Softly waiting by the winding forest track
A place to rest peacefully for awhile
Not crowded for this time of day
A couple in a corner and an old man with a pipe
Zanzibar sat at a table near the bar and ordered a beer from the waitress
The inn had charm
Its walls had trinkets of interest
The bar was made of stone with an oakwood top
A collie sat at the end of the bar
As soon as Zanzibar noticed her
The collie came over and sat right in front of him
Her deep brown eyes studied him
Finally she came to a decision
Zanzibar was alright
She stood up
And put her nose under Zanzibar's hand
And again looked into his eyes
Zanzibar felt himself falling into her
He realised his weaknesses
All in a couple of seconds
He finally broke away from the collie's eyes
And gave her a pat on the head
Zanzibar felt power around that he didn't understand
The waitress came over
I see the owner has accepted you
And continued on her chores
Zanzibar looked at the collie
He felt a beautiful sense of comfort and happiness wash over him
As the collie licked his hand
Shari the collie was
A maestro of
Quietly he smiled
And walked thoughtfully from the inn
Saturday, January 3, 2009
So much he had seen...
So much he had learned...
One day, he was travelling toward a tall wooded mountain
A crystal waterfall cascaded down one side
Fresh forest scents enchanted him...
Suddenly Zanzibar heard a whispered voice
It seemed to be coming from a clump of dark rocks
As Zanzibar cautiously peered around the rocks
He was startled to see an old man
Muttering to no one in particular
Zanzibar quietly greeted the hermit ~ for fear of startling him
However, the old man seemed not surprised to see him
Greetings! O starry Magician of the Diamond Light!
It was Zanzibar who was startled
Would you like to see a light within the darkness
The old hermit seemed to be speaking as if continuing a conversation with a friend
Indeed I would declared Zanzibar
He knew not what else to say
He still had the diamond and the velvet in his pocket
Perhaps the diamond could do with a new source of energy
Take this steep path behind the rocks
Follow it down into the mountain
Follow it down into the depths of the mountain
And there you will see...
Zanzibar followed the path
Which became a track
Which became a tunnel
The old hermit followed for a while offering encouragement
And then disappeared
Zanzibar found no light
The darkness wrapped warm around him
But there was no light
He took it out of his pocket
Unwrapped the velvet
And cradled the whole in his hands
A mystical light grew around Zanzibar
Emanating from his very soul
Still cradling the diamond in his hands
Zanzibar walked forth
Down down down
Into the depths of the mountain
Finally Zanzibar entered a rugged chamber
Rugged with angular rocks and chipped stone
Rugged and almost totally blackened
And then, he saw it
Floating whimsically around the chamber
He had found the light of all freedom
He chased it
But its blue incandescence
Always danced mischievously ahead of him
He tried to snatch it with his hand
But the palm of his hand burnt with pain
He tried to throw his cape over the flame
His cape turned quickly into singed blackened threads
He sat down and watched the flame
Becoming small then large
Dancing and spiralling again
Zanzibar left the remnants of his cape there on the ground
And walked away
With a humble smile