Listening for the words in a quiet corner of the night. The fiction, poetry, and photography of Jason Evans.
Friday, October 23, 2009
The Boy Who Sprouted
i once knew a boy who lived in a mushroom house in a mushroom village of nightshade he came to my window on the wings of the frost sailing a maple leaf kite he made into my hands, he painted a wriggling gift of spores then died to a one-cricket serenade
Every morning I come to work and almost ineveitably float away on white fluffy clouds for rest of the day!
The strange thing is, some of your poems - like the one titled On the Eve of Dews and Darkness - keep dancing in my consciouness for many days. Sometimes I forget the actual words, but the thought lingers around like a wisp of fragrant smoke that emanates from an aromatic oriental incense stick.
The span of the natural life is not as important as the kites flown within that time. A single aria doesn't sound a bad way to lay me down to sleep in the long good night.
I thought it was perfect. Whimsical, delicate, lovely, fleeting. The ephemeral life of a mushroom, whose purpose is satisfied once he's produce spores.
It was almost like a fairy tale. It read like that, felt like that, all the way through to the boy's death... just like that. And an excellent photo to go with it!
Karen, a sprite that passes with the season. ;) His time had come.
Shadow, when I saw this little village, I had to capture it.
Mayur, your comment means a lot to me. Seriously. It's one thing to have folks enjoy your writing, but it's another to have it be remembered. When something about it sticks with you.... Thanks!!
Tabitha Bird, it was his time. :) But what he left behind...that endures. Glad to have you reading!
Walking Man, very beautiful. That's how I saw it. The end of his natural lifespan.
Creation, he needed to sleep before winter.
Laurel, you've captured what was in my mind exactly. :) Thank you!
Angie, cool is right. I took a motorcycle ride today and got chilled to the bone.
RA, once the frost sets in, everthing will change.
Nothingman, with my luck, they'd make me sick.
PixieDust, thanks!
Szelsofa, I like your reading. The moment was exactly what it was supposed to be.
Nevine, a fairy tale indeed. Just a glimpse. Yet, an entire lifetime.
Oh one can write a full blown novel on the mushroom land. The pic is that great. The whole 'Honey, I shrunk the kids' flashed before me. :D A bit of Jack, and the bean stalk too.
PS: Lately, I've been getting too many of these flashes. Virtual memory too low in my brain, I guess. :P
Death is not always ugly when it's wrapped up in such a magical tale --- where one knows without a doubt that death is a part of life, and without which, the magic of life would be lost.
24 comments:
I was loving this - so magical and lilting...and then he died. Jason!!!
Of course, I could look at this another way, with mushrooms and nightshade. What kind of 'shrooms were these?
Gorgeous picture!
how fantastical! and the picture is juuuuuust right!
Magical realism!
Every morning I come to work and almost ineveitably float away on white fluffy clouds for rest of the day!
The strange thing is, some of your poems - like the one titled On the Eve of Dews and Darkness - keep dancing in my consciouness for many days. Sometimes I forget the actual words, but the thought lingers around like a wisp of fragrant smoke that emanates from an aromatic oriental incense stick.
Thanks to you Jason/ Shadow :-)
Oh, you didn't just kill the mushroom boy did you? Tell me I read that wrong at the end... JASON!
Beautiful words :)LOVE your poetry.
The span of the natural life is not as important as the kites flown within that time. A single aria doesn't sound a bad way to lay me down to sleep in the long good night.
Tragic though the death might be, I feel the impact wouldn't have been as strong if the boy hadn't died.
Kudos! :-)
I thought it was perfect. Whimsical, delicate, lovely, fleeting. The ephemeral life of a mushroom, whose purpose is satisfied once he's produce spores.
Nice reading for a cool Friday morning.
Magical! You have beautifully captured the frail essence of autumn turning into winter...
Shroooms!
Drugs rock!
N
Very lyrical! :-)
love,
me
to me, this poem suggested that no matter how fragile a moment of joy is, it is joy.
lovely words, Jason.
It was almost like a fairy tale. It read like that, felt like that, all the way through to the boy's death... just like that. And an excellent photo to go with it!
Nevine
Karen, a sprite that passes with the season. ;) His time had come.
Shadow, when I saw this little village, I had to capture it.
Mayur, your comment means a lot to me. Seriously. It's one thing to have folks enjoy your writing, but it's another to have it be remembered. When something about it sticks with you.... Thanks!!
Tabitha Bird, it was his time. :) But what he left behind...that endures. Glad to have you reading!
Walking Man, very beautiful. That's how I saw it. The end of his natural lifespan.
Creation, he needed to sleep before winter.
Laurel, you've captured what was in my mind exactly. :) Thank you!
Angie, cool is right. I took a motorcycle ride today and got chilled to the bone.
RA, once the frost sets in, everthing will change.
Nothingman, with my luck, they'd make me sick.
PixieDust, thanks!
Szelsofa, I like your reading. The moment was exactly what it was supposed to be.
Nevine, a fairy tale indeed. Just a glimpse. Yet, an entire lifetime.
Magic!!!!!...er....mushrooms...;-)
Oh one can write a full blown novel on the mushroom land. The pic is that great. The whole 'Honey, I shrunk the kids' flashed before me. :D A bit of Jack, and the bean stalk too.
PS: Lately, I've been getting too many of these flashes. Virtual memory too low in my brain, I guess. :P
Death is not always ugly when it's wrapped up in such a magical tale --- where one knows without a doubt that death is a part of life, and without which, the magic of life would be lost.
Just beautiful Jason ...
I love the tales of Magical realism! Some things live on for just a season & live it fully!
Magical realism? Or hallucination? I guess you could blame it on the shrooms.
Four Dinners, there's plenty for everyone!
Aniket, I'd like to visit mushroom land. Who knows who else I'd find there!
Amias, I like your vision. :) A circle of life complete.
Mona, I've been embracing magical realism these days. :)
JR, you're reminding me of the peyote ride in Young Guns. "They can't see us. We're in the spirit world...."
Whimsy at it's best! What a range of talents you have Jason. :<)
Geraldine, thank you!
Oh...Jason I just really LOVE this one so much!!!!!!!!!!!! And for all the reasons you might imagine!
Kaye, I though this one would speak to you. ;)
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