“Your heart was lifted up because of your beauty; you corrupted your wisdom because of your splendor. I cast you to the ground; I put you before kings, that they may see you”. – Ezekiel 28:17
Letters moving within letters, sounds within sounds, flesh unto flesh, and then, and then…
A ripping of the temple curtain, that which blankets the sky. The giving of flesh, the naming of the daughter of man, breathing into her “Carlotta”, for she wishes to be free, and her expulsion from that high altar called grace, to the coven of Whitby, where she will always remain!
Stories come to her like the night birds do, falling, their angel red lips open, screaming, descending from the highest womb of beauty. Falling their mouths forming pictures, and passions and finally impotent, silent as the earth draws them into her bend, termed the pale. She moves away from the water, the North Sea has forced the channels flow, and the best that she can do, is ignore the dark angels who hit the sandy shore, and oft to the cold dark sea they go. Her eyes strike a silver pale, unlike her father’s, gold, an affront his tenor voice says, somewhere so oft below. The moors outside of Whitby, surround her now. In by the flowing Esk she goes, so near to the manor where the light of the hearth does glow. Black curls they fall around her, and tangle in a bow, they move as in progression to touch her breast below. The softness holds a heat no man will ever know. Inside of her in a small place, she goes to rest, for even there, her father, can’t hear the shadow words she chants behest.
She could have fallen by order, the last but not the first, the sons of men in frenzy, they scrambled on the earth. The place and time of entry, the past before the flood, that place where great leviathans crafted within and out the sons. It matters not, this she knows, for when she fell so fast below, picked she Whitby with its time that never ends, eternal life, she thinks and smiles. She turns and takes her feet to fly, matters not, her human size, other things are new inside, she turns and grins at her father lost in the sky. The stars look back so cold, some still falling, their judgement within.
The moors they reek of bastards, hidden from a grace, in lower bogs and pastures, the earth becomes their place. It could be she’s home with them, but something is calling her, calling within, a musky smell, and bathing in gin, an innocence lost, but she’s already sinned, she laughs, and runs towards Lucy’s garden so fast. The damp marsh air, tangles her hair, her collar has come undone. And how should she present herself to Mina and the circle itself. Her gifts undiscovered, but for light she has seen, discovered the secrets behind the veil. Was she not a princess the first born above, created when Adam made Lilith his love, or at least her father has told her so, that he mentioned before he told her no.
The fires are glowing from windows arched above, and Resa’s at the gate, her fingers moving making stitches in the air. I watched you fall, she smiles, you’ll be with us for such a while. “When Lucifer fell he took a third of the angels with him”, she says, “but none such as you, none such as you”. And with the sweetest touch, that feeling of magic, before the sun comes up, she smiles like an old friend or a lover that’s new, and says come inside, theirs such a mystery and so much mischief for us to do. – 08.04.2017 – דָּנִאֵל
This was really, really good. Scary in the kind of way that’s fun, and at the same time real. A wonderful way to end the week!
LikeLike
Hi Sharon, I am happy I was able to help end your week well. Thank you for a wonderful comment. I myself always enjoy being scared in a fun way.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I agree there is nothing better, then a good scare that is exciting, reminds me I’m alive. 😉 Here’s to you penning more such tales!
LikeLike
Daniel, this is a new favorite for me, I love the way each “Whitby Lady” has a different twist to her. All are very special and memorable, and for me I have come to think of them as real. Much love, Ruby ❤
LikeLike
Thank you Ruby. My greatest wish for the Whitby series was that readers would have favorites, and I very much wanted there to be a different twist for each character. As always thank you for reading my ramblings. 😉
LikeLiked by 1 person
Daniel you have succeeded in your task. I am honored to read your writing, hardly ramblings at all unless one calls them genius. ❤ Ruby
LikeLike
Carlotta is a fine tale, I enjoyed her very much! 🙂
LikeLike
Thank you! 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
YW! 🙂
LikeLike
This is astounding Daniel, the visuals are a great mixture of darkness, and light, earthiness, and atmosphere, all is mixed together. Perhaps my favorite Whitby tale to date.
LikeLike
Thank you Jane, I am happy you enjoyed Carlotta, as I have mentioned before I love it when readers have favorites. 😉
LikeLiked by 1 person
Your welcome Daniel, I love to get involved with a character, and you present great choices in few words.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I think I’m in love with Carlotta, 🙂 the verbiage throughout is fascinating, and I am already looking forward to the next Whitby lady! 🙂
LikeLike
Hi Sid, thank you for your kind compliment, I enjoy this series myself. We will see what’s ahead. 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
I have often been accused of being a morbid romantic Daniel. I love “Carlotta”. This piece is full of a different kind of romance. It is wonderfully written.
LikeLike
Dear Ginger, I am kind of that way myself, maybe too morbid. I like your description “a different kind of romance”.
LikeLike
A fantastic piece Daniel! Rich dark colors, words that are haunting, and visuals painted that make the blind see. I have enjoyed all of the Whitby stories very much, and am looking forward to the next adventure already.
LikeLike
Thank you Darrin, the stories are fun to write, and it’s always great to hear that readers enjoy them. We will see what’s up ahead. Thank you for your comment.
LikeLike
Haunting prose, and a fine addition to your collection of wicked ladies! 😉
LikeLike
Hi Dallas, Carlotta was a fun write, I too like her addition to the ladies, they are all special! 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
A wonderful tale, full of so much mystical description in so few words. I adore the “Whitby Ladies” Daniel. Shabbat Shalom. ❤
LikeLike
Thank you Dani, I am so happy you like the ladies, they are fun to write about. More to come. Promise. Shava tov.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I am looking forward to the next one. Soon please! 🙂 Shava tov
LikeLike
There is so much I could say about how stunning your work is. Always words hidden in words, and the “Whitby” women portray some of the best lines I have ever read. I have my favorites of course, but I dare not reveal them, because as soon as I do, a new one will come along and sweep my heart away. Carlotta was genius.
LikeLike
Thank you Destiny, very flattering words and I do appreciate them. Perhaps what you said that warms me the most is that you have favorite phrases and new ones are always coming along. TThanks again for a wonderful compliment and for reading.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Your more than welcome Daniel, I enjoy your writing and always look forward to each post.
LikeLike
Daniel, you saturated me in mystery this day, and I am in beauty where beast lie. Lucy still my favorite but the gap is closing and I’m thinking before all is said and done they are all divine. Great writing my brother!
LikeLike
Hi Ryan, You are a man of distinctive taste, and I have no doubt that you would be right at home with the ladies, in discussion, mischief and mystery. As always I thank you for reading and your generous comments. Have a great week brother.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you Daniel it’s nice to finally receive credit due. 🙂 Anxiously awaiting the next lady to enter the Whitby world, and you have a wonderful week brother as well.
LikeLike
You weave a mysterious beautiful tale, and in it I can’t help but feel there is tiny pieces of reality. I was taken with Carlotta, she has spunk! 😉
LikeLike
Thank you Leslie, I liked her for her spunk as well, it takes a lot to tell the most high you want freedom. 😉
LikeLiked by 1 person
Your ability to visualize and put together sweeping descriptions is incredible, an example that is one of many that stood out for me in this wonderful piece is this, “The moors they reek of bastards, hidden from a grace, in lower bogs and pastures, the earth becomes their place.” That is writing. Thank you for taking us all along with your talent for the ride.
LikeLike
Hi Sari, thank you for your kind words. The phrase you are referring to was one I wrestled with for awhile, but your comment makes me grateful I left it in. Thanks again.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Your welcome, and I’m glad you decided to keep the phrase in.
LikeLike
I love the Whitby ladies Daniel. Like so many others I have my favorites, mainly Mina and Resa, but Carlotta certainly has made a fine appearance.
LikeLike
Laura, your comment makes my day, When people choose characters to like, I am honored beyond description. 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Your welcome Daniel, I really enjoy your writing, keep it up! 🙂
LikeLike
Great stop the heart writing Daniel. Enjoyed very much!!!
LikeLike
Hi Steve, thank you, I am very happy you enjoyed Carlotta.
LikeLike
Chills when I read Carlotta, and Jeff Buckley was a nice touch. I adore the Whitby women. ❤
LikeLike
Thank you Krissie, Chills is a great compliment, and I really like Jeff Buckley, wasn’t sure if the words fit, but loved the rush of melody the song had.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I love Buckley, such a shame he is no longer with us. I thought the music and lyrics went great with Carlotta. Good fit. 🙂
LikeLike
Daniel, she is wonderful, so much to like about this one, a fallen angel just like all of us. I think it’s a nice touch that each story is so different in this theme, and at the same time, they all flow together. Shabbat Shalom! ❤ ❤ ❤
LikeLike
Dear Heather, thank you, I would agree a little bit of fallen in all of us. I also thank you for picking up on the difference in all the characters. Wishing you a great week ahead. Shava tov
LikeLiked by 1 person
Shava tov to you Daniel ❤
LikeLike
My first venture into your Whitby Ladies, and I find them each fascinating. How fortunate they all are.
LikeLike
Hi Elizabeth, welcome to the Whitby manor, I am happy you like it here. Thank you very much for a wonderful compliment.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you Daniel for such a warm welcome, I feel right at home.
LikeLike
Hello to the latest, and isn’t she a lovely. Daniel my friend, you amaze me. I am not sure which lady I admire the most. They all have such interesting qualities. 🙂
LikeLike
Thank you Wang, when I read your comment I kept thinking of the old Stevie Wonder tune, “Isn’t she lovely”. 😉 I do appreciate you always reading and having such wonderful things to say about by ramblings.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I don’t think ramblings is an accurate description my friend. 😉 Anxiously awaiting your next post.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Great writing!
LikeLike
Thank you Stephe.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Your welcome
LikeLike
This is crazy mystical beautiful!
LikeLike
Hi Dawn, thank you for your comment, I am so happy you liked Carlotta.
LikeLike
Welcome, my dear Carlotta!
I believe you will like it here. We are several more with wants, hearts and minds like you. I’ve said mischief, yes, Carlotta. Your spelled and spells see through.
LikeLiked by 1 person
You ladies make a wonderful mystical cocktail for me, so happy to have you all in my life. 😎
LikeLike
😎 Have anther sip, Daniel! ⭐
LikeLiked by 1 person
Brilliant, Daniel! I am so thrilled to be a Whitby Lady. It seems we are happy eternally here in Whitby.
Love the tune you picked for Carlotta. I’m following by email now, so I won’t be so late. Ah, but then, Whitby Ladies arrive when the feel like it! x
LikeLiked by 1 person
Hi Resa you have put wonderful life into my Whitby Ladies, I am so happy to have you as one. I wasn’t sure if Jeff Buckley fit or not but finally decided he did. btw the new gown is eye poppin gorgeous! 🙂
LikeLike
Ah, I love the Whitby Ladies, They are much like my Art Gowns, actually.
Most women, if they even ever get to wear a gown, probably get to wear a wedding gown, or a graduation gown.
The rich and famous get to wear gowns to award shows or $1,000 a plate charity dinners.
I began Art Gowns as pieces to wear in the imagination, not for sale. They are gowns for the rest of us.
It’s wonderfully fitting in my heart that I am a Whitby Lady in the only Art Gown I ever modeled. 😀
I wonder who will drop by our place in Whitby next? xx
LikeLiked by 1 person
I might have a nice surprise for you next time on the Whitby Ladies. 😉
LikeLike
Pingback: The Invictus 1896 | Daniel Swearingen
Pingback: The Angels of Gath and Bloody Jack | Daniel Swearingen
Yeah there is a scariness but it’s that that draws you right in so it’s not scary in certain ways at all. SO very VERY skilfully done that way. Daniel
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you. I am a big fan of older horror movies, the type where there is an underlying dread, or excitement that the shadow underneath the rickety staircase might be…… I have watch Sir Christopher Lee in the old Hammer Dracula films so many times I have the scare embedded in me. 😉 I have yet to finish the book, or series of books that lay out all the dread in me, its been a work in progress for over ten years. 🙂 May be someday.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Oh my goodness. I am a huge fan of those too. Used to show them and earlier ones on a Sat night late on when I was a teenager. Nothing better than getting the blanket out—once the fire was done it was done– and watching in the dark. May you finish your book.
LikeLike