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poliphilo ([personal profile] poliphilo) wrote2005-04-04 09:37 am
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The Twelve Little Priestesses

The ghosts of the twelve little priestesses are walking in a long straight line towards the door in the hill. They have tall hats and the light shines out of them. Each holds a cane of ebony topped with silver.

I have seen them once. Not twice. No-one sees them twice. It is the rule. The very explicit rule. Even those flying overhead on a daily basis in ballons and chartered aeroplanes only see them once.

I asked the bishop to explain. He was sly. He looked at me sideways and blew out smoke-rings. “There are some things, boyo,” (he was Welsh you see and played up to it)  “that are better off left unexplained. Would you pick the lock of eternity? No of course not. Who knows what cogs, what wheels would be set in motion to grind your bones and spit out the splinters?”

He was a bishop. I had to respect his wishes.

But I did my own detective work. I waited in the bushes. I interviewed tramps. I turned over nickels and read the inscriptions on the dirty sides. Nothing I read or was told advanced me any closer towards the heart of the mystery.

Maybe it will never be known. I understand  the best forensic scientists believe as much. The little priestesses will keep their secret. Of course one could ask their mothers, but their mothers, so all the best authorities attest, have been sworn to silence.


This is automatic writing-  but edited and revised.

[identity profile] jackiejj.livejournal.com 2005-04-04 06:10 am (UTC)(link)
Edited or no, this is marvelous writing.

I interviewed tramps. I turned over nickels and read the inscriptions on the dirty sides.

I tried (worrying with the mystery myself) to see if I could find in this brief piece a clue to what has happened to "fill you up with rain," but I cannot.

Perhaps you're tired from your recent trip, but that seems facile and not enough explanation.

The ghosts of the twelve little priestesses are walking in a long straight line towards the door in the hill.

What a magical phrase--I can see them, with "light shining out" and their "tall hats."

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[identity profile] poliphilo.livejournal.com 2005-04-04 08:50 am (UTC)(link)
I wrote this before we went to Kent. Yesterday I found it and revised it.
It is the most automatic of the three texts. I'm not sure it isn't my favourite.

[identity profile] amritarosa.livejournal.com 2005-04-04 10:41 am (UTC)(link)
I love this :-)

[identity profile] poliphilo.livejournal.com 2005-04-04 01:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Thanks!

[identity profile] kaysho.livejournal.com 2005-04-05 08:11 pm (UTC)(link)
You should do more of this. The turns of phrase that your brain comes up with are amazing. :)

[identity profile] poliphilo.livejournal.com 2005-04-06 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
Thanks.

I intend to go on experimenting.....