Ink and Sand

With half-closed eyes the sun

Watches the heavenly ink

Spill out of its pot

As if God, like a frustrated poet

Had pushed his inkpot off his writing-desk.

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Through the Woods (part 7)

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Ivaan sat up straight. This was new. The princess probably sensed his excitement, because she continued – “There is no goddess of bounty either. She sacrifices the Thysia to the Kakopnevma, the negative spirits which give her all her power.” 

There was that word again- Thysia. The princess had used it when first addressing him, and he’d also heard it while the soldiers had been talking with the lion – what was his name – A rose land? “What’s Thysia?” 

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