Set the brake!

It was, of course, the most improbable choice. Four cities. Four short tellings. Home again. But. That was my plan, not theirs. "Did your wagon change itself on the way to Oakland? And your driver did he lose himself forcing you to climb behind the wheel of the old coupe destined for this most improbable choice?" Victoria rambled on with questions. I tried to ignore her. The hardest bit of the journey was remembering to set the handbrake before opening the door. But. This was an automobile built with heavy gauge steel. It was the swizzle of siding fashioned into a car port for which I feared. A shame to litter the artistry because a visiting witch in a Plymouth forgot to set the brakes.

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Regular readers to Makua O'o may not be surprised to find an occasional sometimes sudden left-turn taken on the page. This is one of those just down the road and turn left sorts of days. By the Kaulana Mahina (Hawaiian Moon Calendar) it is the first of the 'Ole Po ... the 'Ole Moon Days when no new plantings or fishing will be productive. The sap is low in land plants, the tides unstable so fish at your own risk. No new projects my elders would say. Clean and weed. This post is not so much a new venture as a writer but a respite. A pleasure seeking left-turn to MAGPIE TALES. It is a first visit to this "blog dedicated to the enjoyment of poets and writers, for the purpose of honing their craft, sharing it with like-minded bloggers, and keeping their muses alive and well" and a metaphoric 'set of the brake' from my usual ramblings. A bit of fun. A non-serious dash of words stirred by a painting that tickles every magical bone in me.

 

"Does it connect to anything? Is it the next story in the trilogy?"

 

Two two many questions Victoria. Not now. Not today.