Evening Class

The card on the noticeboard offered an introduction to crystal healing and dream interpretation. Aisling wrote the address in her notebook and returned to the house she shared with three students. She wouldn’t tell them. They would only laugh at her in the same way as they did at her herbal teas and potions.

That evening, the indigo sky was studded with stars as she drove her Mini out of town and parked up by a church – there were no other vehicles – and found the address on a path between arched ash trees, through which she saw the full moon, a silver balloon trapped in branches. The cottage windows were lit with the welcoming glow of candles. She knocked, waited a moment, and the door opened. A rosy-cheeked woman smiled with twinkling eyes and said, “If you are a dreamer, come in.”

Kim M. Russell, 12th April 2021

Image by Anne Nygård on Unsplash

My response to dVerse Poets Pub Prosery: Meet me where the sidewalk ends…

Lilli is our host for Prosery, a new genre of creative writing originated by dVerse, which must be prose, not poetry, with a beginning, middle and end, no more than 144 words in length, and which must include the given line of poetry, exactly as the words are written in the line, although punctuation may be altered. This week Lill has chosen “If you are a dreamer, come in” from Shel Silverstein’s poem ‘Invitation’. The Irish name ‘Aisling’ means dream or vision.

51 thoughts on “Evening Class”

  2. I’d love to take a class with this cheerful woman and especially in this setting! 🙂 Magical indeed. This descriptive phrase is just wonderful “the full moon, a silver balloon trapped in branches” —

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  7. I did not get an occult vibe, rather a New Age welcome. When I was heavy into New Age, I remember the resistance, envy, and obstruction all about me. But awakening is worth the effort.

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  9. I find modern interpretations of witchery quite fascinating, especially when compared to what was considered ‘witchcraft’ four hundred years ago. You had local people sprinkling holy-water on their crops to keep the blight away, and prayers adapted into charms for healing. We’ve always attributed power to ritual.

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