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Konrad's Drought - Dillon's Dance
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Sunshine
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Konrad’s Drought – Dillon’s Dance Cenote X-Kekén lies close to Dzitnup, where caves hold turquoise liquid and pendulous stalactites drip stories. Mayan legends of shared whispers, stories of Hechicera, an angry witch who was kept from her heart’s love. Konrad had heard of Hechicera’s spells, of Aluxob, the “green wee ones” of Yucatan, originally natives, who had come too close to Hechicera’s Cenotes, where her witchcraft wafted in full force, a wind to be acknowledged, then later assuring the Aluxob ears of corn would be left to feed them after harvest, for the Aluxob, who had mistakenly touched the heart of Hechicera when stumbling upon her Cenotes, now repaid their debt in pushing up the first ears of new corn, further paying for their transgressions by rocking hammocks of natives. Konrad had stumbled upon a Cenote, often seen by sky travelers, but not locally known, for many were off the paths of wanderers, and Konrad was still wandering, in search of … but the Cenote entranced him, for winged ants had swarmed around him, he had stumbled off the path, and found himself here where there were no signs of populace, let alone him, for it had become a reverie, as hermit crabs scurried across his eye’s path, and Konrad, feeling remarkably light-headed, briefly grasped at thoughts of Hechicera casting a spell upon him, would he become an Aluxob…then falling to the dirt, he could hear a mosquito’s hum close to his head. ~*~ Dillon pulled on his arm, “Come, come,” and she was three again, Jake being no where to be seen, Iambe most likely in the house, too young to be fixing supper, but most likely doing so, as a childish voice beseeching “come, come,” his Dillon urging him, Come! “Smell!” a command. Konrad could see himself look high, this blue gray sky burning his iris, searching for smoke, for something that smelled, a touch that had grabbed Dillon’s senses, a skunk? No smell of that, he looked down on this small wisp of a girl in braids, lanky legs touching ground lightly, dust billowing around her, the dry not yet touching milky skin, this bloom of youth having browned golden from too much sun, “Can you hear it?” she cried, happily, as Konrad shook his head, for he did not yet hear what she believed in her heart to be true, he bent to ask questions, when a crack of lightning broke silent sky, blue turning deceptive and grayed Midwestern skies, when too much time had passed that blue-gray was but visions held in fantasy of what used to be… Konrad stood on that cracked earth, for Dillon had taken him from their house, into the corral, where even horses’ hooves had not ground the dirt into dust with their walking, too dry was the soil for their movement… patter patter pit pit pit patter Konrad looked up, felt green rain fall, watched as Dillon stretched thin arms, supplicating in childish prayer her silent cry for rain, and his heart broke, for a gray-blue sky did not promise anything. Konrad reached in his mind for green then reached for her, but Dillon, she shied away, not afraid, not yet ready to accept sense, pit pit patter patter falling faster, Konrad reached again, Dillon side-slip-stepped away, pit pit patter patter patter splotching cracks, absorbed into dry, disappearing, quickly, it was never there, a fluke! Dillon, crying, “Konrad, Aluxob!” Then rain fell swiftly, a sun shining against their house, Dillon’s image engrained in his mind as he saw shimmer of water, dry ground becoming lake, reflecting their house in disrepair, then Dillon danced, and the ripples sparkled, for Dillon was dancing in her falling rain, she who had been in supplicant prayer, now of promise, of gifts souls had been given for that promised relief, please, God, rain, for growth from rain, for need of want! Dillon danced… all Konrad could see was her shimmer in a pool, Dillon’s image dancing in pools of wet, wet rain, shimmering, imaging, mirroring…. ~*~ Konrad woke, laying in green jungle, near a Cenote he had wandered upon, and looked upon his skin, for it did not seem as if he had shrunk, then he stood, feeling full height, feeling as if crystalline snow had fallen, awakening his senses even more, and he looked up, thought of siblings in hold, knowing it was time to continue, knowing, again, if truth were to be true, anything could happen and all would come. [This message has been edited by Sunshine (05-14-2003 06:03 AM).] |
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QjQ Member Elite
since 2003-04-18
Posts 3756U.S.A. |
*knowing it was time to continue, knowing, again, if truth were to be true, anything could happen and all would come. the last lines i liked very much, It matters not how you answer, It matters only that i hear you. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
I was still high from reading Brians post over in Sanctuary..then I come find this gift of imagery and storytelling... Have you been to these places you describe??? I now feel like I have...got the sand in me shoes to prove  This was 2 poems in one...each impressive on their own.. The flashback to the memory of Dillion was poetic brilliance. The imagery and detail in this is absolutely outstanding Kari. Ya make me wish I had a muse very very well done poetess of the sun. |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Oh my yes!!! Keeping this to read again when I have more time! ~Smiles & Hugs, Nancy~ ~Somewhere in my heart I'm always |
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Charisma
since 2000-09-30
Posts 5906lost in blue pages |
Beautiful.....really beautiful penned!! Charisma |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
well told... and as the moth said..two for one in that either could stand alone. Now..the poor fellow has been wandering around in the jungle for ages it seems and still no closer to the truth or his dream... perhaps we should help him apply for a long term visa....wouldn't want him getting into trouble with customs and immigration now would we.. ( chuckling) |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Sunshine I have wandered in such a place, enjoyed the read very much.  |
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Nan
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since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
A master of story telling art thou, m'friend...  |
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Duncan Member Ascendant
since 2001-08-07
Posts 5455 |
I'll be back.....  |
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vandana
since 1999-10-22
Posts 10463USA |
enjoyed  |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Me thinks the Capt is getting jungle fever  |
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dreambuilder Member
since 2003-03-23
Posts 319caddyshack |
I can relate to the draught now as I await the rain I loved this - DQ . . . all that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream . . . |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
It's been raining here for 5 days straight now.. hard rain. We don't need it as much as the West does....they're hardly getting any....sigh. You're a great story teller Karilea. enjoyed m'friend. Maree  |
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JP Senior Member
since 1999-05-25
Posts 1343Loomis, CA |
Yesterday is ash, tomorrow is smoke; only today does the fire burn. |
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scorpio Member Ascendant
since 2002-10-02
Posts 5178right...there |
Much enjoyed... believe in what your heart feels... |
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Duncan Member Ascendant
since 2001-08-07
Posts 5455 |
Good thing I'm not getting graded on punctuality huh? Kari, seriously this is now in the top 3 of my favorites you've written in this series. Don't let Ron rush ya  a write this well thought out, is worth waiting for. I'm glad you're carrying on this tale. Oh and whatever happened to the mysterious Dana? |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
knowing it was time to continue, knowing, again, if truth were to be true, anything could happen and all would come. well now Mom, I needed this one today.... and yes.....it does come... Hugs you! I must have had my momma's will |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
Karilea: what a beauty . . . goodness something along the lines of Homer and Coleridge . . . amazing you are Lady my breath . . . you have stolen xxoo |
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garysgirl
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
Lady sunshine, I love this...... This, especially... for Dillon was dancing in her falling rain, she who had been in supplicant prayer, now of promise, of gifts souls had been given for that promised relief, please, God, rain, for growth from rain, for need of want! Dillon danced… all Konrad could see was her shimmer in a pool, Dillon’s image dancing in pools of wet, wet rain, shimmering, imaging, mirroring…. Thank you, Karilea. Hugs, Ethel |
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Fagin Member
since 2004-05-07
Posts 126Ca |
Wow.. great imagery..you should start a series of books |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Isn't that funny I think I had the same thought one time |
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