The omens were portentous. But a green hue of envy shrouded her perception and heightened her ambition. She craved their serenity. Dreams of gold-trimmed robes seduced her, imagination summoning the gasps of her people as the Priestess clasped sacred necklaces around her elegant throat. Chosen at last, she shook off her mother’s tearful embrace and drank deeply from a jewelled goblet. The fragrant potion stilled nagging doubts, numbing the abrasiveness of the chains and the cold boulder. Far beyond the city walls, alone, hearing the mighty roar, she wondered, too late, about the price the maidens paid for their serenity.
I look down at the streets full of people. They look like ants from where I stand. A light summer breeze caresses my hair, like a lover’s whisper and I sigh. I know I’m blessed. Rather to be up here than down among the plebes. I sip the wine from my cup and savour the taste. My eyes look upon the huge mountain that towers above the city like a god. It has been smoking since early this morning. For the last four days the earth has trembled, some say they are portents. I stare at the mountain and wonder.
Choose Me
The omens were portentous. But a green hue of envy shrouded her perception and heightened her ambition. She craved their serenity. Dreams of gold-trimmed robes seduced her, imagination summoning the gasps of her people as the Priestess clasped sacred necklaces around her elegant throat. Chosen at last, she shook off her mother’s tearful embrace and drank deeply from a jewelled goblet. The fragrant potion stilled nagging doubts, numbing the abrasiveness of the chains and the cold boulder. Far beyond the city walls, alone, hearing the mighty roar, she wondered, too late, about the price the maidens paid for their serenity.
This is great! The omens were portentous, indeed!
Such a good prompt, Caro. Thank you.
The Mountain
I look down at the streets full of people. They look like ants from where I stand. A light summer breeze caresses my hair, like a lover’s whisper and I sigh. I know I’m blessed. Rather to be up here than down among the plebes. I sip the wine from my cup and savour the taste. My eyes look upon the huge mountain that towers above the city like a god. It has been smoking since early this morning. For the last four days the earth has trembled, some say they are portents. I stare at the mountain and wonder.
Oh, I wish I could be a bit more like Cathy, finding that peace within nature... wonderful works here!