The coin’s glint in her eyes, weathered, shiny, under the Boulder bright December sky. “You sing well”, I say not able to stay in tune and follow her gray eyes. “My names Shannon Morgana le Fay”, she says. “Yeah, like the sorceress”, I grin out. “Yeah just like the sorceress” she says. Suddenly, Pearl Street seems small to me, the whole world before me is unimportant. It could be her song, that she sang, it could be what she later claimed was beneath the sorceress.
It’s half past noon on Pearl Street, the sun goes down at five. The gypsy with the gray hair sings Shannon, it brings a single tear to my eye. It’s so cold in December, but it’s worth listening to a sorceress bind my mind.
Henry Gross, she says was at Woodstock, Sha Na Na, an apple to my young eye. And my gray hair was blonde then, I saw it reflected in Henry’s eyes. There’s stories about groupies, there’s girls baring their tits, she says with a sigh. But oh, when I saw my reflection in his eyes, spirits happened, Shannon’s not a canine, well maybe in possession, she winks, oh my my.
I look at where she’s looking, to the Southwest, 80 degrees up a rocky slide, The Flatirons are still standing casting cold shadows underneath a cobalt sunny sky. “Beneath me is a secret”, Shannon looks crafty, well may be almost wild. “Does it have to do with Henry”, I ask thinking this story is worthwhile. “Not really”, she’s getting up to leave, the dollar bills in her lap she’s gathering, an offering like her song’s reprieve. “Wait a minute, please”, I’m begging almost flirting, Shannon like a lover, staring back at me. “Henry, wrote Shannon in 1976, Woodstock was in 1969, what does this have to do with…”! I look down, the crumpled piece of paper is laying still in the Pearl Street grime. Lying ever ready, for someone named me to find. I reach for it, and then look up, seeing the ragged back of Shannon Morgana le Fay turning the corner on Broadway.
I waited till now to read the paper, the fine lines flowing in lyrical curves, tails of dragons making love in the underworld beyond finite time. The wrinkled parchment coming from a “Meads” spiral notebook from the local Target. The words swim, congealing, dissipating and then forming, syllables together, congruent from beneath the sorceress, whom I will never see again.
“In an ancient tongue, we are you, and you are we, what’s sewn enough, can’t get free, don’t run away, ask and see, ask again, this time believe, for we are you, and you are we. Blessed Be, Blessed Be. With kindest Love, Shannon Morgana le Fay”
12.04.2016 – דָּנִיֵּאל
I go to you for the stories, for the faith and for real life. You deliver on all! This was wonderful. ❤ ❤ ❤
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How sweet of you to say. You lift me up Ruby!
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You made my day! 🙂
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Beautiful, flowing and mysterious!!!
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Thank you so much Danika. 🙂
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Your very welcome.
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This is marvelous. I love the way you weave a story. 🙂
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Thank you Brandi. 🙂
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Anytime, your writing is incredible.
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I am so amazed Daniel, everything you write, takes me to a different place, entertaining, and enlightening. I loved this.
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Thank you for your kind words Donna, I am so happy you liked this.
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It is now among my favorites! 🙂
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I loved this song when I was a kid, I love your tale even better. 😉
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I was a great henry Gross fan Joerre. So happy you liked the piece and the song.
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This was a delightful read, mysterious and full of promise. Keep them coming!
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Thank you. I appreciate your compliment and as always your reading.
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Always good stuff coming from you Daniel!
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You write and I read. It’s all so wonderful, I love the way you tell a story, intricate, mysterious, and always full of depth. Shannon takes us to all of these things.
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Thank you Ginger, I wanted to present a story of a wonderful moment, you make me feel like it was sucessful. 😉
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It was mosy sucessful, I felt as if I was there. Thank you.
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Thank you.
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You are welcome!
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I loved this Daniel! ❤
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As always Heather, thank you for your sweet wonderful responses to my writing. 🙂
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It is my pleasure! 😉 I really look forward to your post.
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You are the story and the story teller! This was great!
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Thank you Darrin, I hope to not get in the way. 😉
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I am always amazed my friend, at the words you write, so much layered description in so few words. This as always, was fantastic!
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Thank you so much Ryan. I am always so happy when you respond. Layer upon layer, as I have read from you. 😉
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That you have, as i have learned from you. The master! 😉
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This is a charming story Daniel. I love the song, the magic, and the promise you work into the words. Well done!
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Thank you Blaire, people always present such interesting stories. They give me the words and I am so happy you see the promise.
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I loved it all Daniel, but this was the topper for me…“In an ancient tongue, we are you, and you are we, what’s sewn enough, can’t get free, don’t run away, ask and see, ask again, this time believe, for we are you, and you are we. Blessed Be, With kindest Love, Shannon Morgana le Fay”
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Thank you Raquel. It was the greatest and the funnest part to write. 😉
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I could tell, I was there, well at least through your words. 🙂
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Another fantastic write Daniel!
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Thank you Stafford, so happy you liked it.
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I enjoyed this very much, your setting in Boulder took me back to many fun memories. ❤
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Boulder is my most favorite place in the shole wide world. 🙂 So happy you liked this.
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I agree, something very special about Boulder. 🙂
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Daniel, this is wonderful writing, you’ve swept me away and out to sea, with your beautiful prose and feelings of nostalgia. Stunning imagery, reading your work is like watching a movie. The ending, “In an ancient tongue,… “, is so beautiful, and “Shannon” is such a sad song and a lovely tribute. It’s always a delight to read your offerings. Please enjoy the rest of you day. ~ Mia 🙂
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Hi Mia, you always lift me up with your wonderful comments. Thank you for reading, and being such a positive influence with your words. Have a great rest of your week. Daniel
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You’re welcome Daniel, and thank you for your kind words. Please have a great rest of the week too.
~ Mia
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This is very bewitching and pretty, Daniel!
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Thank you Resa, I have always loved this song and to meet someone with the name who is a sorceress, well one has to write about it. 🙂
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