O’ terrible willow bent willow, born shady in back, taint not one star found you, by here near this shack. no sunlight, established or daemons begat, your seed from beginning, the hollow is black. The chorus of the sparrows has died by the crows, what used to be feathers has whitewashed to bones. The spell of the valley is from what this witch mourned. Her time born in living by mankind is scorned.
A great ream of pavement has woven its way, round the township of Pindall toward the valley it strays, it brings standing water that spills from the hills, and swamps Hattie’s back yard in the hallow so still. She thought herself dead, when the tractor came by, asleep sitting up in the year of Azrael, in 1925. She folded her cold fingers round her churn by the door, and pulled herself upward from where she sat so straight back, her bones so sore. A new U.S. Highway called 65, to Hattie its changing her life, comes her anger, its changing her life.
Round circles, embedded in oaks to the sky. O’ terrible willow bent willow, tattered and tried. The new moon brings darkness darker than before. Old woman seen, striding, then gliding cross the frost filled hollow floor. She hisses, “I’m harrowed” as she passes each grave, the ones in the clearing, filled by eons of age. The road crew from Harrison their fires burning bright, the smell of their lightning, tells something not right.
“Come Shemyaza”, “come Azazyel”, “come Amazarek”, with sight, bring “Akibeel”, “o host, taint a star fall, this hollow this night”. The stillness is closing the clamor and din, of faces round moving, the arrival of wind. The dirt dug grows closer, where men sing their songs, all wide eyed and laughing within. The one that leans forward and studies the flame. Sees in it his childhood, his lifetime of pain. “Come Danel”, “come Jazele”, “come hazeel” with pain, bring “slipknot”, “o host let blind eyes see shame”.
A great chasm opens from which comes the roar. The hollow grows wider all flames nothings warm, the road crew from Harrison gleans wisdom not born, the waking of nature, the eye of the storm. The twisting of tractors, of steel into earth, the hallow comes forward, and takes of its worth. The defect of ignorance has brought men, no more, the highway transitioned a mile from this lore. An old woman turns and walks backwards her feet tired her back sore.
O’ terrible willow bent willow, born shady in back, taint not one star found you, by here near this shack. – 10.25.2017 – דָּנִיֵּאל
This is one of your best, I know I said that last time but this one truly is!!! Absolutely love it! ❤ ❤ ❤ from me!!!
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Very kind Heather, thank you very much. I am so happy you liked it. Shabbat Shalom!
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Your welcome, and Shabbat shalom to you and your family!
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Creepy and just right for the season Daniel!
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Thank you so much Jerri, happy you enjoyed it. 🙂
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YW…:)
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Well this is a little tasty morsel of historical creepiness my friend. 😉
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Thank you Gwen, very kind of you to say. I love the historical creepiness! 🙂
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Gothic is best, I agree. You do have a special touch for this type of material. Have you ever considered leaving the rhyme and going book?
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I actually have Gwen, it is the way I love to write!
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Looking forward to that Daniel!
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This was a delightful Halloween read Daniel. Such thoughts you have, it’s hard to keep track of them all! 😉
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Hi Brittany, Thank you. I usually don’t have the ability to keep up with my own thoughts so here we are! 😉
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Your welcome Daniel. I am that way, a million thoughts a second, no doubt I’m bi-polar! 🙂
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I loved this, more family members from your valley Daniel, I want to read more! ❤
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Thank you Destiny, I do plan on introducing the valley a little more as time goes by. My missus tells me it’s what I need to write a book on, or two! 😉
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You really should, your missus is right! ❤
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Daniel, you put me right into the story, well at least literally. 😉 Once again I am fascinated with your mind and your story telling abilities. This was truly fun to read. ❤ Ruby
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Hi Ruby, really happy you liked this. Thank you as always for following and your kind words it always makes my day!
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I am always happy to comment, you know I love your work! ❤
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🙂
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Well written, and the Depeche song went so well with it, who would have thought!;)
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Hi Kim, thank you so much, I love that song, and thought that Sarah did a wonderful almost spooky cover of it. 🙂
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She really did, but your writing certainly set the mood., 🙂
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Southern Gothic in rhyme, and you do it so well. I love the story behind the prose. ❤
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Thank you Karen. I love Southern Gothic, I often wish Faulkner would have written in rhyme. 😉
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You and me both, but you have come close. More please!
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This was well put together Daniel. I have enjoyed this month of bumps and chills in the night coming from you.
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Hi Steve, thanks much. I have a fascination with October! 😉 How does it go on your side of the pond?
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Not much in my neck of the woods although there re great parties elsewhere. I’m into the stay at home and scare me self senseless! 😉
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Yes Yes! 🤣
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Hattie was great, lets have more of her soon….please! 😉
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Thank you Diana, you will hear from her again! I promise!! 😉
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Glad to hear it, she is an awesome character! 🙂
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Fascinating tale Daniel, set in a great environment, and told at the best time of the year. BOO! 😉
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Boo to you too Carmel! 🙂 Thank you so much for your kind comment, it is the best time of the year.
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Indeed! 😉
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This was fun to read, and the story actually gave me a shiver. Loved it!
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Shivers are good I think, remind us we are alive. Thank you for your comment and for reading arctic!
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I am continually astounded at what you put forth in this blog, Daniel. You have an amazing talent. I enjoyed the antics of Hattie very much, and as someone else said, I do hope she returns.
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Hi Darrin, Thank you, I am humbled by your kind compliment. I am sure somewhere where devils play Hattie is thinking of her return and how it will come to be. 😉
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Another tale from the hills my writing friend. I suspect this one, truer than most, and put upon these electronic waves by a great hand. I got chills from Hattie! 😉
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Good, my friend, so good to hear. You of all people would know. No doubt similar valley’s in West Virginia, what not! 😉
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It is that way here, Daniel, that is why I feel so at home with so much of your writing. 😉
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I don’t want to just put I ❤ ed this although I did. The rhyme was great, but the story behind it was fantastic! ❤
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Hi Danielle, Thank you, I am happy you ❤ it. 🙂 The story I always hope is what makes the reader come back. Thanks again.
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I keep coming back and your welcome! ❤
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You have a winner here Daniel. Hattie reads like one justifiably harrowed witch. This was a great tale.
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Thank you Stafford, she is one genuine crone, and my mother tells me she is blood! 🙂
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Not surprised dear fellow, it seems her witchery is within you, and it spells very well. 🙂
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You had me with the terrible “bent” willow Daniel. It just got better from there! ❤
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Thank you Elizabeth, the bent willow is always a favorite of mine, and I suppose if this goes to book form, I shall start there. 😉
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🙂
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Daniel my young friend, I always look forward to your tales of the folks in the valley, with their special twist into the shadow lands. It does seem as if you might know them as kin. 🙂
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Hi Bill, My mother tells me they are, and I suppose I shall have to write on them further now, may be give them a little twist of human kindness. 😉 Thank you as always for your comment.
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Not surprised young fella, you go on and write and give them all you like, I will be anxiously awaiting.
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Enjoyed the heck out of this one Daniel. My favorite to this point this month!
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Thank you Alex, as always I appreciate your reading and kind comments. 🙂
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Always my pleasure Daniel, you write some great wording! 😉
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❤ This!
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Thank you Albina, I am thrilled you liked this. 🙂
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Thrilled and chilled, thats whats going on here Daniel. 🙂 ❤
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The whole piece reads like a miniature story, complete and could easily be a song, Well done once again.
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Thank you Desi, I love it when somebody see’s the story in it. makes my day!
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I see the story in much of what you write, part of the reason I return time and time again!
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This was a great creepy poem, loved the historical reference to it.
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Hi Regina, thank you, history to me always makes something so much more worthwhile and almost true. 😉
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Wonderfully written!
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Thank you Kristina, I appreciate you reading and commenting.
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Welcome! ❤
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Okay, this is spooky. I read this earlier, thought I’d think about a comment, before I…. Where is that link? I’ve read all the links. Where is that one that one I can’t find. Was it imagined, in my mind. I’ll find it somewhere, if I have time!
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Hi Resa, I wonder what the link was, do you remember what it was to? You know me mom tells me I’m related to Hattie, so there’s that to add to my legitimacy as a real uh strange fella.;)
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