Hidden Mushroom

By Aarron Mondello

18/11/2017

In a cave deep under ground
In a dank and slimy cavern
Where glowing worms chase away the gloom
There grows a stalk so stoutly thick
With a cap as white snow
On a rock all covered in moss
Is a highly sought for mushroom.

It’s the only one with such a stalk
Bright blue and shining
And if half the tales told are true
No wonder everyone is pining
To get there hands on that one of kind
Softly glowing mushroom

Some say one thing it does
Is infuse you with life
And mayhap there be truth In the tale
Of it giving you future sight
Disease and sickness said to be Cleansed from a mother’s womb
If she were to eat just a shred of this marvelous mushroom

One tale told says it repairs old
Injuries taken in the past
Another that it sends you back
To the days you were young and fast
But none will know the truth of these
Few tales and many more
About the hidden mushroom grown From a tiny stardust spore


Featured image: screen shot from the ElderScrolls

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A Lack of Appropriate Knowledge

By Aarron Mondello

16/11/2017

I wrote a little poem for “Droll” when I read it was the word prompt. Then whilst searching for a fitting feature image I find I had absolutely mistaken the meaning of the word.

I always though droll meant boring, colourless and dull. Google has informed otherwise.

But I have nothing else for tonight so I slightly adjusted my poem and I’ll share it with you anyway.

 

DULL

Dull is the life of the non-believer
The whispers of magic fall on deaf ears
The sun’s kiss never touch the skin of stone

Dull is the life of gluttonous beast
Masquerading honour as he feasts
Noisily sucking marrow from each bone

Dull is the life of empty eyed
Prince, just days after his father died
Bequeathing to him this weighted throne

Dull is the life of the lonesome Troll
In solitude he sits upon the knoll
And dreamily wishes for a long lost home

Dull is the lack of imagination
Stolen and missing is my salvation
Where has the picture in my mind gone.

Everytime I have written “Dull” it was originally “Droll” but upon reading the proper definition I don’t believe it fits.

Hopefully you enjoy it just the same.

©


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Here come the clowns

This was hard for me to write but I hope you like it.


 

By Aarron Mondello

16/11/2017

The benches are packed

Excitement fills the air
The Ringmasters mighty whip cracks
The children turn to stare
Towards the curtains hanging down
HONK HONK HONK
Here come the clowns

Juggling
Tumbling
Rolly poleys
Popcorn forgotten
So are the lollies
One throws water on another ones face
He wipes it off and gets pie in its place

Cartwheels
Somersaults
They walk on their hands
The children meanwhile in the stands
Fill the Big Top with the sound of their laugh
How do so many fit in a tiny blue car?

Squirting flowers trick the kids
Contortionist clowns close the lids
On their tiny boxes here within
The Circus Masters magical ring

Now long faces bottom lips droop down
As HONK HONK HONK
There go the clowns


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The Fall of Liam the Fair

By Aarron Mondello

14/11/2017

Down over the shadow mountain pass

The dark demons descended on us

Deep in the blackness of midnight

They fell on us-we weren’t ready to fight

Gnashing teeth and tearing claws

Silently they scaled our walls

Pitiless blades pierced the skin

Death and torment and torture within

With eyes so red and skin so foul

We were awoken by the howl

The warning cry we heard belated

Their carnal appetites soon were stated

Rend the flesh and bones of our kin

They wore leather made from human skin

Curved black blades in the night

Gleamed dull red in the full moonlight

The sound of drums with a rhythmic boom

Summoned a beast that darkened the moon

Immense and dark of heart was he

Void of compassion was this beast

The light was swallowed by his scales

The bravest hearts began to fail

The fall of every living thing

Came in the form of this Demon King

Yet in one Heart of Light welled strong

The empowering melody of Goddesses song

To the tallest tower sped Liam the Fair

Arduously climbing the spiralling stairs

The walls of the Keep rattled and shook

Yet this foul evil he would not brook

He gained the tower to top so high

Already consenting to lay down his life

With his mouth set determined and grim

He caught sight of the Demon King

He leaped from the wall with daggers twain

And tore the mighty wing membrane

The Demon King roared and fell

At that sight men’s hearts swelled

And as the beast and Liam crashed down

Rallied the men to defend crown

At the death of their blackest leader beast

The demon spawn threw aside their feast

Their courage gone the gutless swill

Fled screaming for the foothills

Liam the Fair had turned the fight

Yet paid the ultimate price that night

Now came time to count the dead

And lay Lights hero on his funeral bed.


Featured image: The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim HD Wallpaper

I’ve never seen snow

By Aarron Mondello

14/11/2017

 

The sun rises clear
In a cool blue sky
White mist coats the land
A pristine blanket
So peaceful to behold

Dew drops glisten
On all the leaves
Like tiny pure
Diamonds sparkling
Gems amidst the cold

Snow fox cubs leap
Wrestling in the snow
A squirrel titters
Twitching whiskers
Storing acorns in its hold

A hare as pure white
As the snow covered ground
Thumps its leg in delightful praise
Unbeknownst to him a grey wolf prowls
Her hunger barely controlled

A spotted deer
Plays and leaps
Mother marching sedately along
Under the round watchful eyes
Of Mr White owl wise and old

I’ve not seen the snow before
Never walked a peaceful tundra
Only in my dreams and mind
Have I stood amongst the falling flakes
I know it only from stories told.


I would so love to walk in the snow one day before its my time.

 

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The Maiden

By Aarron Mondello

12/11/2017

“Come”
The Maiden spoke with voice so fair
“Come ”
As the sun shone auburn in her hair
“Come”
She smiled so wide and free
“Come”
Her eyes sparkled mischievously

Then
She laid her shoulders bare
Then
She showed him sights so fare
Then
He felt his manhood flare
Then
Her body did she share

Though
He took selfish pleasure in this deed
Though
He sated primal lusts and needs
Though
He felt his spirit soared free
Though
She now slept contentedly

He
Deep down felt an unknown fear
He
Ignored the whispers in his ear
He
Did not see the shadows leer
He
Could not guess his death was near

Now
He slept she opened her eyes
Now
She doffed her tempting lies
Now
Her victim she espied
Now
Feeds this ancient Succubi.

 

©2017


Featured Image: Head Huntress by Loputon

A World Within.

 

By Aarron Mondello

9/11/2017

Dust and grit fell down on Dorthium as the earth trembled, dusting his long white hair with pepper coloured dirt. He coughed as the cloud settled to the ground around him.

How long had he been here now, trapped in this underground cavern? Hours? Days? There was no way to mark the passing of time in this dim place that would be his tomb. If it wasn’t for the softly glowing sphere resting on his lap he would have been in total darkness.

The Sphere is what brought him here. Rumours of its power to hold a world had intrigued and captivated him for three times the life span of a normal man. Now in his final years he had sought it. Extending all his magic and reputation to pin point its location and now he was paying for his lust.

When he first held aloft the Sphere it had a flashed a brilliant blue and shown in his mind images of open fields dotted with herds of great animals baring sail-like fins down their back. Rolling hills carpeted in softly swaying yellow grass. And trees that waved their branches tipped with purple leaves and bright flowers in a cool breeze.

Far above the landscape dragons tumbled and played in the clouds, long tails reflecting the sun in rainbow coloured flashes.

In the distance a sparkling green ocean stretched to the horizon, calm and inviting.

With a sound like rushing air the light had fled back to the Sphere and the first tremor followed it, collapsing the only entrance to the cave.

A long time he spent trying to free himself from the cavern but try as he might Dorthium was unable to shift the rubble that trapped him, geomancy was never among his strengths and now, as an old mage, all his powers were failing.

He had spent the time that followed employing all the arts known to him in an attempt to awaken the Sphere and allow him to cross into that other world he had glimpsed. Or even to release that world and hopefully have the sudden construction of it burst out of this place and free him.

Finally, exhausted, he had to stop. He could feel his strength failing and knew he would die if he continued to use his magic so recklessly. He didn’t want to die, he wanted to be alive and free.

For a while he could think of nothing else to do but to stare at the Sphere glowing softly with a pale blue light.

He fell asleep at some stage and woke with a jolt, confused and scared, not knowing where he was. Then memory of the Sphere, the world it showed and the tunnel collapsing flooded his mind and momentarily dizzied him.

Thirsty, he rummaged in his pack and bought out a dented flask. Only a small amount remained and panic tinged his thoughts.

He turned back to the Sphere and cast spell after spell upon it.

All manner of spells he cast. Spells to unlock. Spells to persuade, to control. Spells that would allow a barren woman to conceive or a broken manhood to flare again with life.

He even cast a few vile spells that would wake the dead or invade a living mind.

All fell flat on the Sphere. It was as though it wasn’t there.

Hunger gnawed at his belly and he tasted thirst again but he would not stop. He knew now that if he did not gain access to this world he would perish in the cavern and none would ever find his bones. He would turn to dust on the floor.

Better to die trying than to limply await his fate.

His nose started to bleed as he went past the point of exhaustion, past the point where he could heal himself.

He cast a spell that would bring a small patch of infertile ground to life mingled with one that would speed the growth of plants and the Sphere flashed bright.

Dorthium found himself floating bodiless above the ruins of a great castle amidst as lush forest.

The walls about the castle ground choked with Ivy that slowly, relentlessly pulled it down brick by brick.

He tried to move a found he was as a breeze, able to flow effortlessly wherever he pleased.

Down and around the castle he flew. Through an open window staring like a dead eye and down a warped stair case that led into the dank bowels of the castle.

He found a crack in the roof of the dungeon and passed through it as though it were a great doorway opening onto the world.

Up high into the air he went and flew unnoticed with the dragons as they twirled through the clouds.

He laughed in his mind for the freedom he felt.

Then the world shook and rattled and everything fell out of focus. It was as though he was gazing through a dirty looking glass.

Something gripped him then and pulled on him. He was dragged up higher in the air no matter how hard he fought against it.

Up through the atmosphere he sped and with a body jarring jolt he was flung back into himself. The sphere now pulsed, its blue light throbbing from deep within.

The ground under him shook violently and the rock above him groaned.

Blood now poured from his nose in an endless stream. His chest felt like a fire had been kindled over his heart. His stomach clenched painfully and the sick smell of human waste assaulted him as his bowels emptied.

It had cost him too much to remain in that other world for so long. His body was done, shutting down.

The Sphere also seemed displeased for each time the pulsing light grew bright the earth around him rumbled harder.

He curled protectively over the Sphere as chunks of stone as big as his head began to fall around him.

The blood from his nose coated the top of it and turned the calm blue light a sickly purple.

An instant of pain, a bright flash of light. Over before he realised part of the ceiling had let go and smashed his failing body flat.

 

Groggily Dorthium rolled to his back. His whole body hurt, felt bruised and broken as though he had been trampled by elephants. His head pounded like a bass and he saw floating flecks each time that drum was struck.

It was darkness absolute.

He laid them for a time, mentally taking stock of all the pains his body felt. Nothing too serious, nothing broken, but by the gods he hurt.

A cool, gentle breeze wafted over his face carrying the tang of salt water to him.

Something snuffed close to his head and he felt a soft wet something nudge at the side of his face.

He opened his eyes and looked up into a clear blue sky. A shadow passed over him as a dragon flew overhead turning corkscrews in the air and trumpeting joyfully to its mates.

He rolled onto his side and struggled to his hands and knees startling the creature that was investigating him.

The great dog barked shrilly and jumped back snuffing the air. After a moment it turned and fled along a shore made of smooth white stone.

Dorthium looked up at the vast sparkling emerald waters of a spreading ocean and laughed.

He had made it at the last to the world within.