Of Cabbages and Kings

"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes - and ships - and sealing-wax -
Of cabbages and kings..."
The Walrus and the Carpenter, Lewis Carroll

Once again it's time for Katiebug's monthly scribble fest.  I had a slow end half of March.  Let's see what peeks I have to offer you.

April Snip-Whippets

Through the lattice shone diamonds of light, which turned the stairway into a freckled grouse's wing, and up from the bottom of the stairway came the murmur of many voices.

After that she wandered oddly, composed of two or more parts and feeling of colours: a part of her, an ashen-coloured part, was still weary as if it had been beaten.  And it had, had it not?  Dreamy, sometimes nightmarish images of the evening's festivities sprang through her mind as she wandered down the empty passageways of Lookinglass.  Each one struck at her like Rupert's hand.  But another part of her was cool and golden, sleepy-fierce and defiant - was it only the lamplight, or was it something greater?  Yet another part of her, a far, back part which seemed to tag after her like a shadow, and seemed at other times to spring on ahead and look back at her from beyond the rim of lamplight, was the colour of a fox's coat.

There was a pregnant silence for a few minutes - neither woman moved - and in that time Margaret was able to place her as the fur-enshrouded woman who had ridden up with Lord Bloodburn from Hol.  How different the two were!  Brother and sister or man and wife, whichever they were, she could not have imagined them more different.  The fierceness in the woman's eyes was very small, and was there only because of the small bundle of a thing which she held in her arms.  All else had been quenched.
There sit I should Rupert ever conquer me.

"What, Lady Spitcat?  She is my shoulder-to-shoulder man."

"Ding dong dell, kitty's in the well!"

Eikin looked up from his side of the fire where he squatted, burnishing his weapons.  Andor lay beside him, lost in sleep and oblivious.  Glancing from Adamant to Rhodri, the Catti dropped his eyes again and rumbled, "How deep did I go?"
Rhodri, too, looked up, faintly surprised, and seemed to hang a moment on the silence.  "Not deep enough to kill me, I'm afraid."

Rhodri half coughed, half vomited the water out and sat leaning shakily over his knees, running his fingers through his hair.  [Adamant] thought she heard him groan, "Oh, my legs..." before he looked up at her and blinked away the brine in his eyelashes.  "This will be the death of me," he said, surprisingly good-naturedly.

"Yes."  There was a squeak on the floor as [he] turned.  A brief sparkle of light-off-silver flickered on the pane.  "A bad servant never likes being whipped."

To his ears the sound was like swallowing glass.

4 ripostes:

  1. Swallowing glass. Gorgeous word picture!

  2. Love it, love you...I'm your greatest fan. ;) But no, really, when I want a smashing good description all I have to do is wait for your Snip-whippets of story and there you are, gleaming like fire. It is useless asking How so I shall only has Why? Why make my very insides of all insides ache so? ;) You're a fiercesome woman, Jenny-mine.

  3. You are an incredible writer, Jenny. Imagery seems to come as naturally to you as breathing, for you have painted such glorious pictures with your words. Thank you for sharing these little snip-whippets; you truly have inspired me.

    Blessings on your day,
    Elizabeth Rose

  4. These snippets are amazingly vivid and lovely! I love this sentence especially "Through the lattice shone diamonds of light, which turned the stairway into a freckled grouse's wing"... how did you do that? As Miss Elizabeth Rose commented, you can really paint an image in my mind through the words you paint. I found that so much while reading, The Shadow Things!

    Blessings in Christ,