You Abandoned Us

Sitting on the throne with its smooth cold stone and metal beneath the bear hands of the black, clocked figure.
As the dark figure stands up, the sun coming throw the wind behind cast a long shadow down the steps and across the floor to the men standing  below.
As the figure moved slowly down the steps it was as throw the shadow and figure of this person were as one.
“Leave us.” the two armed guards turned and left.
“What you doing here?”  he watched as the figure looked up. Beneath the hood of the cape he could see the shadow of a face smiling back at him almost taunting him.
He reach out pulling down the black  hood to revile her face. As he did so she grabbed his wrist, breaking his illusion to revile his true form.
“The same could be said about you” she said. Steering at him, it made him a little uneasy, he step away from her, walking around her, stopping in-between her and the steps to the thrown. As though he was protecting them.
“I’ll ask again. What are you doing here?” learning towards her.
“Well its nice too… Mother!” The woman turn, stepping away from him. As she did her own faced changed. The left side of her face tuned to a rotten corps, hair greyed and her hand turned to bone.
“So I see you have what you always wanted” looking back up to the thrown.
“Jealous are we.” smiling  gloating.
“Jealous… No. I have my thrown and crown. Or have you forgotten”
“I haven’t forgotten… You were given a kingdom and a thrown, with out question or asking for it.”
She smiled. The tone in his voice changed slowly throw his comment, raised with anger and frustration.
“And you think that is what I wanted?  We wanted? Sent down to depths and darkness of Niflheim?”
A growl of a beast came from behind him, he looked to a huge grey black wolf walking towards him bearing his teeth.
“you crave power, yet you don’t know how to use it to your advantage.”
“And I suppose you think you do?” looking back to her.
“don’t you patronise me. I’m not the same child you abandoned”
“No. but you still only a child” leaning towards her, smiling. Knowing it would irritate her. “And I did not abandon you.” a calm politeness in his voice that made her angry.
“You abandoned us!” shouting at him “You didn’t fight to help us. Or even come to find us. You let him take us.”
Fenrir came to her side his bright green, almost glowing eyes transfixed on Loki. She placed her bone hand on his fur. As she did her hand changed. skin, flesh reappearing.
“Unlike you I did not abandoned you when you needed help.. Other wise I would have left you dead on that rock when Malekith’s solder killed you.”
She walking towards him slowly smiling.
“well thank you my dear daughter for saving my life, so I could become the king. The all father.”
 “do you suggest that I knell before you as a lesser Queen then you?” she laughter out loud, then suddenly stopped. “I knell before no one. At the end all are equal, man women, child… king.” She stepped forward standing directly in front of him… “and at the end. I collect all.”
She turned her back to him and began to walk away.
“Ragnarok is coming. And I will collect all debts owed”

© sarah patel 2014 

Valentines day

Valentines day. I just went and goggled it to find out how and why it is, after reading the first bit on wiki' I was bored. (Plus I'm a little hung over so I'll finish it later.)
But it's all to do with Saint Valentin of Rome how ministered to Christians -how at the time were persecuted, married soldiers who were forbidden to marry. As well a healer, As legend say he healed the daughter of his jailer.
Basic this guy was a rebel. Standing up for freedom, love and worship.
On one hand you had you had the catholic priest ministering to those who chose to believe in something there government refused to acknowledge there beliefs, on the other the pagan healer and doctor, persecuted by those he ministered to. - a little ironic really, don't you think. Then on the other hand -having a bit of a shiver moment here with my many hands. The free loving hippy, believing that you love who you want. Hated both by government and religion.
So this day is not just about love, flowers and chocolates, it is also a day for standing up for your beliefs. Love who you want, no mater what. And in-brace life and nature.
Happy valentines day, live free, peace out, stay well, and may the gods watch over you.
(And as for me, today I worship the invented of paracetamol... And tea. Lol xxx)

A new moon.

Sitting looking out of the apartment window. Eyes fixed on one point of the roof of the building across the street. A silhouette of a tree in front. 
With its branches and twigs stretching up into the black blue illuminated sky, like twisted fingers marking the full white moon the like the seconds on a clock. 

As I watching the full white new moon moving slowly, travel higher in to the cloudless’ night sky, absent of stars and life beyond this rock.
The sound of the city, never ending. The drone of cars and sirens with their blue and red flashing light, all day and night. 
Reminding us of the chaos beyond the safety of our walls.

I watch the moon rise higher, imagining the building fading away,  the shops the roads and street light
Vanishing, dissolving in the night. 
Where once were building now are fields of black green grass with the tree standing taller then the hills in far off distance… 

Looking up at the at the star filled sky. 
A thousand stars sparkling like a spilt glitter pot across the black blue sky.
These tiny specks making the moon look even bigger in the inferent darkness.
Making this rock seam smaller, and us upon it, nothing, a particle upon this speck of rock a cancer growing. Surviving.

As this rock spins around our speck of glitter sparkling in the inferent dark.
Watching the moon rise higher still. 
On an ever last dance. Throw the darkness of time.
The stars beginning to vanish, swallowed by the black blue sky.
I watch the beauty of the black green fields fade and city buildings fade in to view with the sounds and lights of the city.
Filling this rock with beauty and life. 

© 2014 sarah patel

With in this new year.

A New year is now again upon us. Full of new begins and new ends.
New friends and new lovers, soon to be found.
On crisp white pages our a new store has begun.
But the cover of the book of the past new year, may still be left open.
Like a deep wound from the memories of happiness, tears and pain.
Yet upon each page. Each day of that year.
With each tear of joy and of pain.
The things that brook us and made us sad.
For they are what make us, us.
So upon each new year, with forgiveness and kind, and all that new year crap.
Leave each book unclosed, with each memory and tear drop unhidden.
For this is what makes each of us stronger.
To remember is to live.
To forgive is to forget.
As the new year begins remember your past for it is what makes you sole to heart.

©2014 sarah patel