For a revised version, see: Microfiction Challenge 5, the door: passage to Seann Choille
Where am I from, you ask. I took a long drink from my mug of dark ale and began:
Look up in the twilightish sky for a single star, aonar rionnag, shining bright enough for a billion. Then down for a faint rectangular glow; a propped up fence gate without a fence. Paint worn, hinges rusted, it is mynedfa, doorway, to coedwig hynafol – the ancient forest where the Old Ways and Elder Age still exists. The eastern winds, wet with moss, pine and sodden earth, carry hudol chants. Inviting the unwary to step through and wander as one lost in soul and in body. Charms must be carried, incantations uttered, tattooed maps followed.
For the forest protected a fragment, the only remnant of a culture once stretching as far as the imagination. Though don’t let Elder Age fool you. Citizens of coedwig hynafol know of smartphones, Go Pokémon, IMAX, WordPress, and the 21st century. They choose to stay with the old magic rather than live with the new technological sort. Old magic has a power and a presence no app could ever contain.
I am a siâp sifft, someone who lives in both worlds. A teithwyr who roams collecting stories, love poems, and lore. I also dabble in precious stones, empowering salves and intimacy draughts, and cards – five card stud or dol èisg.
SG: Scots Gaelic; W: Welsh
aonar rionnag: SG: lone star
mynedfa: W = door
coedwig hynafol: W = ancient forest
hudol: W = magical
siâp sifft: W = shape shift[er]
teithwyr: W = traveller
dol èisg: SG = go fish
Painting: La Porte by Henri Duhem
Tavern Talk for Jane Dougherty’s Microfiction #5: The Door. Although I can imagine this as a stop of Dr. Teagarten’s continuum, I wasn’t ready for the Mad Scientist/Psychoanalyst/Dentist.*
*See Jane Dougherty’s Microfiction #4: The Kiss; Dr. Teagarten’s Exit
I’m not sure about this one – I may yet attempt to tie the painting to earlier stories – the 2 travellers from Burning Angel and Shapes in the Mist or shudder Dr. Teagarten. Does this work as a story? Critiquing welcomed.