...From the Dark Fairy Tale Series
A man hears beautiful harp music playing from
somewhere in the woods. Following the sound, he finds that it comes from
a tree with ancient, twisted limbs. Entranced he studies the tree, he begins to
see a woman’s face within the bark. He feels the strong pangs of love as the
music plays.
“I’d give anything to hear your voice,” he
whispers to the woman in the tree.
He is so enchanted that he forgets his work,
the day, the night, the rain. Time means nothing to him as the days go by.
“I’d give anything,” he begs the tree,
hearing the graceful tunes of unseen harp strings.
He lays flowers at the base of the tree, entwined
with ivy.
“My Irish rose, please, I beg to hear your
voice,” he pleads.
Only the fair tunes sound to his ears. What
gift does she desire, he beseeches, to make her speak to him?
He brings the prettiest ribbons he can find
and ties them to the tree limbs, brightly-colored offerings to blow in the
gentle Connemara breezes.
“My love, please,” he pleads.
But still, only beautiful music reaches his
ears.
“Perhaps it’s coin you desire,” he says.
Coming back with as many coins as he can, he
starts to dig a hole near the roots of the tree, careful not to cut them.
He finds his way, deeper and deeper beneath
the tree, unable to stop his digging, like a man possessed.
He hears the music, on and on, as he digs.
His soiled hands cannot stop digging, as the music plays.
All at once, as he stands deep within the
roots of the tree, the soil and leaves cover him, bury him. As much as he tries
to move, the earth and tree roots will not let him go, though music still
reaches his ears.
Words start coming through as well, a voice,
a woman’s sweet song reaching him at last.
He hears her words, bewitched singing to
accompany the sound of the harp strings.
“My love forever, come, lay with me, my love for all eternity…..”
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Fairytale – The Harping Tree.docx
Dark Fairytale series – June 27, 2015 – Karen J. Sorce
The words, the tale as told, held me tight.
ReplyDeletethanks from KIT