Summer will never die

The landscape looks so bland now.
With its pallet of shades of green changing to golden brown.
Against a sky of grey and white.
I long for the summer time.
Where we danced all night long, around the camp fire.
On the beach of golden sands.
You held me tight.
As the tide rised high,
you held my hand as we dived in to the deep blue of the sea.
With the windows rolled down, and you pink shades on.
The music up loud and sing along.
While painting your toes, with you with feet on the dash of beaten up ford.
Days could not get in better in the heat of the summer drives.
With the sun sitting low in the cold blue sky.
And the grey icey wave crashing on the faded golden sands.
Scarves pulled up high round my neck,
Cutting out the sharp cold winter wind.
I  look at you still with your pink shads on, wrapped up warm,
with your hat pulled down and your summer olive skin still glowing warm,
against your sun kissed hair.
And behind the pink shades, your warm summer blue eyes looking in to mine as you take my hand.
Reminding me that that summer will never end.

© sarah patel 2014

Phantom Circus.

“I summon thee whom live in the darkness.
I call upon who preside beyond the earth.
Come to me sprits.
I call upon thee, show your self.
Revile your twisted evil to me. Show your self.
Step out of the shadows and in to the light of our world.
I summon thee.”
“What are you doing?”
She stops her hands in mid roll above the crystal ball, sitting upon a silver tarnished stand centre of the table covered with a black, blue and purple velour cloth, with partly burnt candles standing on saucers.
“Fucking around” smiling at the girl standing in the doorway with the curtain door pulled back and tired with beads, crystals and ribbon. The light coming in form the out side hiding the full features in shadow
“Yeah I figured.”
She sat back in the chair, her blond hair with pink, blue, and green strikes tired in plaits hanging in front of her.
“Just getting in to mood for later.”
“Your one twisted, gypsy, Carney, fortune tell. You know that?” She smiled before raising her hand, showing her an apple then throwing it to her. Catching it with both hands and a smile, placing it to her lips she took a bit in to its crisp green fruit with its tender white centre.
“Isn’t that why you travel with us.?”

©2014sarahpatel

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My notes

Ever had a day that seams to go for every, a of internal dullness?
I spend eight hours a day standing behind a till, staring at a wig wall on the other side of the shop floor Once I have got bored of that - only after ten minuets of the place being open.- I open my sketch book and start drawing. I’m now in to book number eight. I’ve gone form taking two and a half weeks to complete one to one week.
Its sole destroying. The dull ache of nothing. The place has become a white noise of hopelessness, of each day.
five out of  seven days I get up, go to work stand there smiling like a Barbie doll trying to pretend I give a shit while listening to the customers life story of how they got invited to this fancy dress party.
Its like a endless circle of nothing, with no end in site. No mater what or how hard I try it feels like the world is in a freeze frame with no why of breaking free of the stillness, the deadly silence, to any where that is better then the place in which the daily routine would even bore death him self if he were to trade places for a day.
Where even the trees, who’s roots have taken hold with in the market wall, across from us has given up and died.
For forty hours a week my mind slowly  weakens losing all interest in anything making the rich richer. I go home and sit watch a moving pitcher on a screen, not taking in what is happening. Just watching the life’s of those how do not really exists.
I wonder if that is the same for my own life, is this just the an existence for the entertainment of others? If this is  then can some one please re-write my part.

©2014 sarah patel
Alandofconfusion

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