the moon, like to a silver bow. (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} luna_fay) wrote,@ 2008-10-16 16:42:00 |
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I am in the forest picking blackberries, staining my fingers purple and red, like tiny bruises. I have strayed much too far from the path and the afternoon sun is gradually ebbing behind a grey storm cloud. I perch on a tree stump where insects are attached to the sap, seeping from the cracks.
Rooks call to one another, hidden within the safety of branches, haunting caws echo through the arched tunnel of elder and birch trees. I see something white in the distance, a plastic carrier bag discarded carelessly... no, a small head of fur. The cloud like shape emerges from a hole and turns to face me with piercing ruby coloured eyes. Rabbit... before I can consider how strange it all seems, two more follow the first out of the burrow.
I fumble in my satchel for the camera and capture the rabbits before they disappear, and I start to follow them, through the undergrowth, snagging my hair on tangled thorn branches. Fallen autumn leaves and twigs crunch and snap under foot, however I can see a clearing ahead, paved with stone. I hide behind a sheltering tree, and watch as the rabbits pause, their downy fur disappears until they no longer resemble animals.
Three sprites take their place, dressed in leaves, brown fur and delicate flower hats. They carry long twigs and acorn cups filled with nectar. Before I can blink twice, the tiny forest creatures scurry into an old oak tree, a great portal to another realm...
