hiding just below the hill's horizon within the shadow of surrounding trees, a raven watches and waits for his dinner. with poem: Trickster Dark, and in the shadows unseen: Waiting, and for the error to glean dinner, and the raven’s cuisine. Sheri Edwards 11.29.22 334.365.22 Poetry/Photography
Poetry, The Daily

Trickster Two Ways

hiding just below the hill's horizon within the shadow of surrounding trees, a raven watches and waits for his dinner. with poem: Trickster

Dark, and in the shadows
unseen:
Waiting, and for the error
to glean
dinner, and the raven’s
cuisine.

Sheri Edwards  
11.29.22   334.365.22  
Poetry/Photography
on Flickr

Daily Note

Every day, a photograph, a poem. Today I have one more day of NaNoWriMo, but have already met my 50,000 word goal, but without reaching the end of my story. I write letting my characters lead me, and, as always, they lead to tying up all the loose ends and the characters change and solve their quests to better the world. Because that’s what we need to do– better the world.

Excerpt

Oberon leaned forward. “So what else could we do? He’s part of the family. I don’t want to banish him from the complex as well as my office. But he does seem to wander around, interfering with all things, managing to anger all the other families with his insistence on locking up the Archives as much as he dares.”

“I know. I’m reminded of the raven, the trickster and how he does the same— lurking, watching, waiting to catch the unaware:

Dark, and in the shadows
unseen:
Waiting, and for the error
to glean
dinner, and the raven’s
cuisine.

“On the other hand, trickster teaches us a strategy that could also help us. We know how he surveys all the workers, in the fields, in the meadows, at the pond, at the dig. He’s always looking and waiting for something to pounce on for his dark purposes.

Remember how quickly he descended to the dig when the vessel was found. If not for Austin’s father Kirk, the families would not have known about it, and it seems to be relevant to the events of these times.”

“If only we knew of a place we could notify him of, that would take him from this house, which is clearly under the control of something dark that is fighting against Olivia’s — and yours Oberon’s — new initiatives with the other families.”

Oberon added, “Like the gardens— Grant is obsessed with stopping the replanting around the complex.”

“There is a place— I just learned about,” Olivia added and gazed at her mother for approval of her sharing.”

“Go on,” Patience permitted.

“I’ve found Mother’s family place of calm. It’s up by that stone circle the boy Walter found. Do you remember Father?”

He nodded. “We tried to downplay that area and keep people from it— yet you, Olivia, found your way there?”

“I did. I was following and learning about the maple trees.” And she thought to herself, “the maple trees with the flashing yellow lights I first saw following Angie.”

“And, what would interest Grant in this spot?”

“The sculpture— it’s a lantern that brings light and stops the shadow. She did not mention, “with the help of a dragon.”

Oberon nodded to the lantern light in the center of the table. “Like that one?”


Sheri Edwards  
11.29.22   334.365.22  
Poetry/Photography/NaNoWriMo
So Says the Moonstream

About NaNoWriMo

NaNoWriMo [National Novel Writing Month] –write at least 1667 words a day to reach 50,000 total words by November 30th — fifty thousand words of a novel.

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