“The Sky Currents will be watched, and the #Swan_Road will be treacherous. The Shadow Trail—”
“Is not for the living,” Shade interrupted. “And the Path of Thorns—“
“Is not for the dead. So we split up, beloved, and pray we reunite before midsummer’s ending.”
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She took the #swan_road to Fairie.
The Fae showed her a crumbling palace, took her to meet the squirrel people, and taught her basic divination.
Before she left, the Faerie King kissed her gently upon the cheek. Also he stole her shoes.
The Fae are like that.
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School guards assigned to the crossing of #swan_road and Viking way failed to stay at their post for more than a few days after a heavy rain. Always, "for reasons of mental health," with confusing statements about paper boat races, unnavigable waters, and car headlights making bad beacons.
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Jeff approached the desk and locked eyes with the man, and growled, "Randy Tupper."
"He's-" the man stuttered. "He's gone."
"Gone where?"
"GONE gone. He died."
"When?"
"Two months ago. He was in a car crash on #Swan_Road."
Jeff sighed. The list was out of date. #vss365
We had each other's backs, my friend. You helped me move. I watched your dogs. We shared joys and triumphs, loss and troubles. But the parasite has taken you, and daily you grow angrier and more irrational. Our friendship is gone, ephemeral as a #swan_road on water. #vss365
"Well, you know... #swan_road got me thinking. Do swans swim in open waters? I've only ever seen them in lakes and rivers."
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I heard a poet describe falling in love as walking the #swan_road. I guess because, for him, love is something refined and graceful. I would describe my own experience with l’amour as haggard, mercurial, and barely capable of flight. Less swan-road and more pigeon-path. #vss365
The #swan_road eventually made for me an oneiric bridge for my fears, though one only further into itself. How far, untellable. I stopped amid nothing but it.
Dared stop, dared look down the two feet below the rickety structure to choppy green surface.
A figure stands on an alien landscape looking up at a starry sky.
Translator hesitated before boarding the jump ship. "Come on," I called anxiously. "We are being #proactive here, and I #promise that once you've seen the #swan_road of stars and galaxies -"
"Give me a #few minutes to say goodbye...to my home."
#vss365 #2WordPrompt #BraveWrite
what lies beyond the horizon
on the other side
of the #swan_road?
are you still waiting
on distance shores?
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#poetry
"Just follow Ostrich Boulevard all the way down and turn left at #Swan_Road."
"I'm not sure - "
"Then across the intersection on to Goose Street, take a right into Duck Crescent and you're there."
"But what if I can't find it?"
"Didn't think you were such a big chicken."
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Seeing the #swan_road
the churning foam on the waves
stretching out so far
disappearing into fog
myth and stories for ages.
#vss365 #haiku #poetry #writing #writingcommunity
#vss365
Mothers, fathers
brothers, sisters,
Even daughters and sons,
How many have stood
on this dock,
this wooden doorstep
to the #swan_road
never knowing their goodbye
to their loved one
was their last?
‘Us & the cygnets are seven swans aswimming, darling.’
‘So we are. Let’s swim on the #swan_road & show our elegant snowy-white selves off to all the swannabes.’
‘Are you sure it’s safe, dear? Let’s not go far from the beach.’
‘Beach? I meant the canal!’
‘Oh, lovely!’
#VSS365
From the #vss365 jukebox for #swan_road, this is Swan Swam H by R.E.M. from Life's Rich Pageant (1986). A song about the American Civil War apparently written in 20 minutes on the road in Elk's Bow, Wyoming when a tour bus broke down.
youtu.be/_NSJbEeNSe0?...
Empty-Nesters
It has been 9 months since he took to the #swan_road, and there has been no word at the docks, no damp letters carried in a stanger’s rucksack. So where do we send his birthday gifts? His cookie bouquet? The balloons, a seabird’s snare, that we always gave him in celebration? #vss365
Pithea stood upon the deck of the ship and Rory waited for the conversation between the captain & Pithea to end.
They were taking the #Swan_Road, the long, turbulent lake, to a secret island.
Rory thought there’d be a lot of swans, but there was only one swan, actually.
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Still tasting the sweetest raspberries, a gift from the fairies at a place of golden moss, I breathed the salty air as I stood next to dad on the bridge, watching clouds move in, knowing he would navigate the #swan_road safely to bring us home.
#vss365 #WritingCommunity
They landed with a whump, and Ghyll rolled out through the now open satchel onto a muddied #swan_road of leaves, his menagerie of companions lying stunned all around him. Looking up through a swim of dancing stars, the mouse spied many faces of foxes staring keenly at him.
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the 'norms' appear
to travel #swan_road
serene, above,
but I sense the truth
simulacrum composure
an apparent disclosure
of I'VE GOT THIS
but as they dip
in a stationary moment
I'm reminded of
the iceberg calm
mindful, when they move,
they paddle furiously
like me
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