Monday, June 16, 2008

A Crow Gave Wings

He lived on a mountain, high up, alone. So high there was never a cloud between him and the sky, but they lay about, rose at dawn, fell away at dusk like a blanket, dividing his world from the rest. He had no idea how he'd gotten there -- had never been to the base for the depth of the dew and treachery of the descent; never been to the peak for the cap of thickly formed snow and his having no coat against the cold. He lived in the caves, the cliffs and crags. He simply was, among the sun and stars and moon -- thought Venus his only friend, and when she blinked into the cloudless twilight he was comforted by her watchful presence, her constance and bright, so that he only felt alone in the seasons she did not shine. His life continued such under the clear sky, and each day he would ask, Who am I?, Who am I?

One evening a pure white crow came to rest on an outcrop of rock. Though he'd never seen another creature before he was without fear of the corvid, felt drawn by its wing-falls as drifts are drawn by the driven snow. And he spoke, for he still spoke crow. "Where have you come from friend? Can you tell me what lays beneath these clouds and do you know the stars above? And can you tell me, cousin, what truth you've come to know?"

The crow replied without a sound, giving him two long feathers, pure white, and spread its wings and leapt from the cliff into his memory, showing him how to fly as the Evenstar appeared in the east. And he thought, I will go to see her, I will find that spark.

As he took to the air the mountain unfurled around him and a huge stone dragon shook the frost from his form. The two seemed suspended in that moment above the mists, the dragon's wings spreading like beach rocks rolling in the tide, his eyes glass on fire, the snow hanging incandescent about the two.

"You are my heart," he said to the boy, "Taken to flight that has ended my long sleep. So I will follow where you wish to go, as I must."

They looked to the heavens, to that one bright light... and so a crow gave wings to a dragon's heart that he might find Venus, as the clouds lay about on that clear and snowy night.

12 comments:

BBC said...

So you like to write myths?

Cestandrea said...

I'm still on that mountain...looking at your creatures,
love
Andrea

Hopper said...

BBC... yeah... I like to write lots of different kinds of things... sometimes myth... sometimes poetry... sometimes irreverent prose and sometimes even lusty limericks... depends on the day and what's on my mind...

Andrea... I know what you mean... most days I'm still on the mountain too... thanks for your thoughts...

Enemy of the Republic said...

You write beautifully.

Hopper said...

Hi again EOTR... thanks for your comment... I was drawn into your writing as well... and as I've said, I think we're working through some of the same things (re. JUST GETTING THAT PROJECT DONE)... don't be a stranger...

human being said...

Jon... i read this... read?... lived it... a few minutes after you posted it...
i knew what you are so kindly saying now... it's for me...
and think of a crow... recieving a gift from a very very dear friend... she opens it and she sees herself in the package... no! the gift is not a mirror... it's herself...
and you had not read that short story i wrote when i was 20-21... The Heart-burnt Dragon...
the story of my life written before even happening to me...
it's not a very good story... but it's my life...some years ago i wrote a sequel to it... ( the coming of the crow)
and now both stories are here...
gosh... funny the hero there is 'he' not 'she' ... that loneliness... even talking to blinking stars... all is here... and...
the reason why i didn't write earlier... is that...

human being said...

O.O.O.O.J.O.O
N.O.C.R.O.W.N
O.O.A.O.N.O.O
O.O.N.O.O.O.O

human being said...

at last! i did it!
:D
crows never grow up, you know... they love games...

Honour said...

nice and deserving tribute Jon ... you know, i realize you write fables quite well (just thinking of that other story slam piece you did) ... i wonder, if there's a way you can also incorporate samples of pieces like this into your big project right now??? roxy

Hopper said...

thanks crow friend... I'm going to have to take some time to figure out your riddle... it stumps me right now!!! I'd love to see the story about the heart burned dragon if you still have a copy laying around... will get back to you on that one later...

Roxy... I'm working some of the older writing into my current project (or at least that's been the plan so far)... but not sure about using any of the newest type of stuff... we'll see... and what you've noticed, I'm guessing, is a repetition of some of the themes I've been writing for a while... I've noticed the same thing... it didn't start out as a conscious thing... it just was that way... seething under the surface... we'll see... I'll talk to ya soon...

JON

human being said...

Jon,
take a look at this:

http://inmymoleskin.blogspot.com/2008/06/creative-wings.html

that story is in Farsi... i think i'll translate it asap

Bobbb - Citizen of Earth said...

Nice
I feel the flight
It is within me
And all around

Myth?
What is that?