Seideadh Gaoithe Seideadh
Standing here on Hiort I wonder why the birds do not fall from the sky. A mighty storm whip at my body. At my side my faithful hound Padriag. His coat and my hair ripple like a forest of kelp in the storm ridden ocean.
Eubh hands me a gobel formed from crystal clear ice. Within it sparkling patterns flow, emerald and pink. I lift the gobel, but Padraig knocks it from my grip. Spraying the contents over himself and Eubh. Each turns into ice.
Forever will I hear Padriag howling in the wind
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Man’s best friend willing gave his life to save him. Haunting ending. It’s a magical, tragic tale.
I much appreciate you taking the time to comment… as I attempt to experiment with my ability to tell stories
My pleasure, Michael.
Beautiful story, Michael.
Thank you so much Linda, at the present time I am trying to experiment within my writing
Dear Michael,
There’s nothing quite so mournful as a dog’s howl for its master. Could you possibly mean “globe” as opposed to “gobel”? Lovely story in any event.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Hi Rochelle, at the present time I am trying to experiment with my writing. ‘gobel’ is an archaic term for a goblet without a handle or stem… I agonised over using it.. but because I was attempting to put forward an ancient story I used gobel… I should have written a footnote about it
Padriag was a true friend 🙁
Indeed he was, most animals respect being treated well