Menolyrical; Words for Words' Sake

A reworking of a post brought over from TAKE TOO.



Redstone capped the beach dark as if to bury himself. Grain by grain he ground his edges. Becoming one with it. "I know my colour", Redstone declared, "I am the colour which light wishes me to be.  May I always reflect the light."




Half a world away, Hettie ran. In this moment free.  Her sister, dark, met her and tossed the grass with her foot. They tussled each other too.  "Red beats black", lowed Hettie.  "How so sister? Know you not our colour is the same? That this grass shares that colour?  Know you not that our colour is determined only by the play of light? Hush now.  Contemplate this; reflect on The Light."

(c) Yamini Ali MacLean 2014

5 comments:

  1. Oh, Yamini, this is beautiful.

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  2. Yes, it is just a matter of light! Beautifully written!

    Your Pals,

    Murphy & Stanley

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  3. Only nature can make such a lovely pattern (on the redstone)

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  4. There was a beautiful sunset last night, all reds blues oranges and blacks It wouldn't haf looked half as good wivout ALL the beautiful colours, nature us so clevers
    Loves and licky kisses
    Princess Leah xxx

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  5. Hello, lovely colors and gorgeous images. I love the natural pattern on the redstone. I enjoyed the short story. Have a happy day and weekend ahead!

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