Charmed Chaos
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The Healer
Eirny lives deep in forest Kroskogen near the river Lomma. She was born in this cabin, and she’ll walk through the gates of Valhalla from this place. As years pass, she ponders death for her time on earth grows shorter with each passing day.
July approaches and she awaits the summer with anticipation. One evening, as a red moon rides on the humps of the low river hills, her heart knows. Time to harvest.
The next morning, she throws a worn shawl over her shoulders and picks up her ancient basket. In it there are tools- shears, a slim knife, and various shaped containers. Making her way down to the river, she drops to the ground, and scrapes away the healing green moss with her knife. With luck, it will be enough to stave off death another year. She’s not yet ready to go.
©2020 Linda Lee Lyberg
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Linda Lee Lyberg is a wife, mother, artist, published poet and author. She resides in Mesa, AZ with her husband Pete (aka The Big Viking) of 24 years, and her dog, Ricky Bobby. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com
and purchase anthologies containing her work here: Amazon Author Page
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Wow what an unexpected ending! Nicely done. Nicely penned piece. Thank you.😊💖
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A tale that seems of another world, and surely must be.
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Thank you Ken.
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Oh, I hope it works!
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Thank you Merril.
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Nicely done. Luv the surprise ending.
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Much✏love
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I love this. It reads as mythology…..or an extended metaphor. Would that a scraping of moss could be the universal healer for all: illness, disease, hatred, hurt. How joyful that would be.
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Yes, indeed. Thank you Lillian.
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This was wonderful, Linda! Felt like a myth.
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Thank you.
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This reads like a wonderful fantasy. I want to know more about this woman!
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Thank you for your lovely comment.
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Beautiful, Linda! She is not yet ready to go says it all ❤
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Thank you Lisa. ❤️
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You’re very welcome ❤
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Thought provoking, I too want to know more about her.
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Thank you Glenda!
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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