Avril meets the Sandman and the Matchless King

'The words will fly away from you if you do not write them down, and when they come back they will have changed.'

       Avril loves a green field and too many occupations.  Have you ever seen a meadow?  Avril wonders if they are really there.  The matchless king has set a precinct over the land to call in the choirs of angels for the missing china dolls.  On this day musing about meadows and recalling the recent edict, Avril had set out looking like Red Riding Hood and suddenly turned around not quite turning back into the house.  Cries in the distant hills were the Sandman.   Tilting her pretty head toward the noise, she remembered that she wanted only to see the Cheshire cat again.  Reader, listen here by way of warning, be careful not to turn into house!  She did not quite turn into the house itself, but people wondered if it did not happen on occasion.  No one was there with her, so she decided to change costumes.  She put on her Bo Peep outfit and ran out clattering out in her clattery shoes over the cobblestone path. 

     Simon was walking down the lane looking for a pie.  Avril was right there walking in the other direction.  It is not clear who would be waiting for them on the other side of where the castle was ordinarily.  But the prince on the white horse in shining armor was not there either.  Although they had no pie, they went out to look for the Sandman.  Almost a day went by, it was morning and evening and then it was the second day.  Needless to say they could not find him until they went back to their own houses; though Simon a vagabond by nature. 

       Joan of Arc came up with her weaponry, totally eclipsed by the sand and its meaning…but she sees the sand blown across the sunset edge of the forest. Sparkling.  Some dew there dripping from the sunlit blades of grass and the wet rainy leaves no rain yet falling.

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[Pryde Foltz]

Joan of Arc came up with her weaponry, totally eclipsed by the sand and its meaning…but she sees the sand blown across the sunset edge of the forest. Sparkling. Some dew there dripping from the sunlit blades of grass and the wet rainy leaves no rain yet falling.

Fairytales teach us to look on the outside for meaning and fulfillment … we quest and we quest … offer up our heart and offer up our heart … but the fulfilment we seek … the stuff of dreams … is already within us … this is particularly hard for the heroic and the weapon-set to grasp and they create waking nightmares for us all … but even for the Joan of Arc among us there is hope.

[Confuser]

Wow, your mind is a wonderland. I enjoyed it. Thank you Laura Lynn.

[asdarkeyesclose]

i loved the fantasy element here painted with sheer brilliance. i'd like to meet Sandman one day in a little Bo Peep outfit- have been having a lot of very vivid dreams recently that i am remembering. loved the artistry of the final paragraph here- very pretty images. fantastic.