The Wrong End of the Rainbow

This one weird trick's enough to bring you wealth;
But minds beyond the bounds of mortal ken
Its weirdness calls — a scent as sweet to them
As rotting flesh, to flies that plunder health.

The bankers hate it — have done since the Change.
When first they found this boundless well of gold,
They funded firms, to pump all they could hold,
And stained their souls forever with the Strange.

The madness struck before they knew its name,
And bathed the empires they'd built in blood.
The outcasts, and the young, escaped the flood
To face the horror that their kin became.

The well is sealed, but nothing cleans the stain.
Those souls will break, if it flows free again.

The Opal of the Hills

The Opal of the Hills is hard to find.
It’s rarely where its seekers daily pass
But wanders with the wind, on paths that wind
Through cliff and cave, among the trees and grass.

At dawn of day, they say, it may be found
Along the shoreline of the northern lake.
At noon, upon the peaks. At dusk, around
The cliffs that hold the caves where bats awake.

But often are the bat-cliffs bitter cold.
The peaks are steep; the lake-side damp and drear.
The seekers find that searching soon grows old,
Return, and say, “No-one could find it here.”

At this, the few who know the Opal found
Will smile still. They know it’s still around.

The Centre of the Underworld

From under-fortress ancient
And spawning pit yet young,
From ship upon a sunken sea
And hollow crypt, they come:

The orc before a surface door,
The elf of deep below,
The thing erased from ancient lore
Are all compelled to go.

Through secret passage shallow
Or smoky fissure deep,
Dwarf-road long in ruins,
Or calcite cave, they creep.

An open cavern mile.
A dome of cut black stone.
A sea of blood-red tile.
A ready, leaden throne.

Round 3 2015: Everything But

(other ROW80 participants)

The Last Week

My main focus last week was the house that was up for auction. I managed to get all my investigating done in time, turned up to the auction on Saturday fully prepared — and saw the house sell for well over what I was willing to pay.

Not that the week was totally unproductive: I’m now much better prepared for the right house when it appears.

I did write a couple of things, too: one poem, plus an outline for the start of Conkers, which looks like it might resolve one of the scenes I was stuck on.

The Round

This has been a good round for beginnings in general. For one thing, I’ve begun searching for a house in earnest.

And while I ended up abandoning my goal of drafting short stories, a lot of my other failed attempts are potentially useful first scenes.

My other goal (reading) went acceptably well: I read four books this round, as against a goal of six.

The Future

With all these beginnings, it would make sense to aim to finish some things next round.

However, that may have to wait until I’ve sorted out my relationship with this blog. I really don’t want to stop posting here, or to stop writing; but my posts have become very perfunctory, and I need to figure out how to reinvigorate my interest in it.

Good luck and happy writing!

ROW80 Week 11: Opportunity

(other ROW80 participants)

This week started pretty well: one book read, and three evenings of writing.

Then I saw a house up for auction.

It’s not exactly what I was looking for. There’s a lot of things I need to double-check, and any one of them could rule this house out. But the auction is on Saturday, so if it is the right house, I have four days to confirm it.

I’ll still aim to get writing done when I can; but that may not be much.

Good luck and happy writing!

ROW80 Week 10: Lumps

(other ROW80 participants)

I only wrote four evenings this week, but on more substantial things: one short story, and the start of a longer Conkers-related story.

Reading has stagnated a bit; I bought an interesting (but long) book this weekend, but I haven’t finished any of the ones I’m currently reading.

I’ve also been trying to do 10,000 steps a day for Steptember, which has so far been challenging, but achievable.

Good luck and happy writing!