Artwork of a woman, her face replaced with a fantasy landscape
#EkphrasticVoice #macabrewords #InkMine #hbp108
My thoughts Churn and Flow. I imagine I'm a Serene Nemopholist* living in a Healer's Hidden Dwelling. Surrounded by herbs and nature instead of this noise and concrete.
* a haunter of the woods
Art by Raphael Silveira
#writingprompt #imageprompt
Forest grove with different trees, some covered in ivy. Autumn leaves cover the ground. Photo by me
night-misted coven
centuried arboreals
reflect our songs
#haiku
#senryu
#fantaiku fable
#haikuchallenge bard
#inkmine lucid dark gaze
#sensoryart sweet rough
#dailyhaikuprompt grove window
#hbp #hbp108 healer’s hidden dwelling
"By the crooked staff of Lugh! I'm sorry, oak-sage. Who then should I seek?"
"Go see Branwen the Filí—she's in the hidden dwelling next door."
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#hbp108 #writing #microfiction
"It took me forever to find this hidden dwelling, Druid." I was a bit miffed, which is why I sought out a healer.
"I am no healer," the druid replied. "I dabble in omens and inconveniences."
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#hbp108 #writing #microfiction
A space in her heart,
for others to absorb from.
Left a #sketch of love.
(Gift for a Oregon friend)
#hbp108 #farmstand #haiku
I traveled through miles of jungle, hacking my way with a machete, tiring along the way, afraid to sleep because of the snakes, until I saw a thin wisp of smoke. I reached a small clearing and finally found the healer who could give me the antidote to my sickness.
#hbp108
#hbp108
As the healer approached her dwelling, she wondered: does this look deserted enough to get the much needed rest from curing every bellyache and dry cough. She shook her head and entered chuckling to herself with doubt in her heart.
All the townsfolk made her a witch, which is so like townsfolk to do. Those whose bones broke, whose dreams became fits, whose children grew ill from odd berries, knew her as a healer. And my family knew her as Grandma, who lived under moss & wet wood, far from all, to keep clear and sane.
#hbp108
After three planes, 37 hours, and a 150 kilometer hike up a near-vertical hidden staircase, Kels had finally made it to the ancient healer. Stopping to catch her breath, she was surprised to see a modern house.
"You were expecting a hut?" A small old woman hobbled over. "I get that a lot."
#hbp108
Hidden deep in the forest, the hut once welcomed those in need, guided by the earth’s whispers. A wise woman healed travelers with nature’s gifts, but one day, she vanished. Some say the forest claimed her- others believe she still lingers, waiting for the one who truly needs her to return. #hbp108
He stepped out from behind a tall hedge just in time to see his wife disappear along with the old tree. The intricate maze she thought he made faded, and centuries-old trees and growth replaced it as he slowly walked up to the spot where she was a moment ago.
#hbp108
#hbp108
Tales of Laheo's healing magic was known all across the land. The witch was one with her mansion, which stood taller than any mountain. Yet finding Laheo's mansion was an insurmountable task. Most only ever saw her in the distance, no matter how far they trekked. Jaihu knew the path though.
She'd forded rivers & scaled mountains to stand here. She'd prayed to Gods, old & new. "But we're out of options. Why can't you help?"
The crone smiled softly & patted her hand. "Loss can be its own kind of healing. We can't solve the unsolvable, but we can be transformed by a new dawn." #hbp108
"Are you sure this healer you know can actually help?" Isaac asked as we drove further down into the parking garage. "Do they even have an official office?"
"Sort of," I replied as we pulled into a parking space. A man in an oversized poncho and top hat greeted us. "Here he is."
#hbp108
Under blessed stones, by special runes so made, ‘neath withered yews and tangled vines ‘tis said lays a way to the healer’s hidden dwelling. So hard to explain. For once it’s seen it cannot be re-seen nor be revealed, made so by spell not to retell. Only may the healer know her magic place.
#hbp108
They were all lined up
my perfect little soldiers,
the healers, and protectors
we were safe in a special hidden dwelling under the bed.
They liked to cover my ears and taught me spy games.
One was how to play dead
#hbp108 #trauma #spirit #writing
Only minutes to live, blood dripping from an open wound on his side. Breathing getting shallower, legs almost too heavy to move anymore. One of these trees belongs to the Miracle One. But which one? Knowing he had to start somewhere he knocked on the first tree, only a hundred left to go.
#hbp108
"I guess you might consider Alize a healer," Cosmo said.
Jin looked out of the car window to see Alize's house. It was near a woodsy area hidden with shrubbery. There were bones scattered all over the yard with beasts screams. Mostly the hungry baby beasts. #hbp108
Smooshed between the sewers and the Larghetto District, in a shanty mansion made of corrugated steel, scrap metal, car parts, and so much tape, the Hag's Hospital squatted.
Though it looked like a seedy junktown, its staff were expert.
There, all lives which were brought in, were saved.
#hbp108
Sunrise saw the healer cleaning his bloodied hands in the woodland stream. The line of women, clutching their chests and grateful for his gentle sewing back together of their broken hearts, descended slowly to the village below the hilltop.
'Another daybreak, another heartbreak,' he sighed.
#hbp108
Here’s a #shorthorror story for #HBP108
#WritingCommunity #WritingPrompt #Horror
Unseen by any
Yet used by many
The healer's hidden dwelling
Abides in the soul
Beyond the control
Of those who would be telling
The heart to give way
And arrange to pay
The price this world is compelling.
#hbp108 #Poetry #TheHealersHiddenDwelling #Write
Astrid cradled the brave little man as Sigrid led the way through the green thicket. They regarded him tenderly.
"How's he doing?"
"Not well."
"The wounds or the poison?"
"I think both."
"Here we are," Sigrid exclaimed
The small modest cabin lay buried in the trees.
"I sure hope she's home."
#hbp108
Cabin in the middle of nowhere. ✔️
Bath bomb. ✔️
Cucumber face mask. ✔️
Relaxing playlist. ✔️
Fluffy robe. ✔️
Friends barging in on you because one of them nearly lost a finger and you forgot to turn off your location-tracking app. ✔️
When you’re the group’s healer, your work is never done.
#hbp108
Smoke curled from the crooked chimney, the scent of earth and bone thick in the air. Herbs dangled from the rafters, whispering secrets to the wind. Baba Yaga’s dwelling was hidden deep, but the lost always found their way. Some sought healing. Some, unknowingly, walked toward their undoing
#hbp108
Inside a magic pillbox lived
Secret to joy and wellbeing
☆Your daily dose of kitty cats☆
(In the same box they were peeing
But ingredients don’t matter
It’s in fine print you’re not seeing)
#Poetry #Cats #hbp #hbp108
Photo: Buried hut in the former colony of Walden, Bussum. Source: Mschapink, CC BY-SA 4.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0>, via Wikimedia Commons.
Place: The healer’s hidden dwelling. #hbp108
