I just finished up a writers’ retreat in Forres, Scotland. As I write this, I’m in Edinburgh, enjoying a couple of days touring the castle, looking for fairies in the nearby museum, and seeing what lovelies there are in Waterstones that I can’t possibly live without and must purchase.
Anyway, one of the sessions during the retreat was on finding inspiration in the everyday…observation, conversation, dreams, photos, etc. Then, we were sent outside to put what we learned into action. Outside?! But…we’re authors! Slaves to the indoors!
Luckily for me, our retreat was held at the historic Burgie House. And their grounds have a lychgate! (pictured here) It inspired me, and this is what I came up with:
PASS THROUGH THE LYCHGATE
I vaguely knew the stories
But time and distance made them fuzzy
Watch your step as you pass through the lychgate
Carry a river rock in your pocket
Don’t whistle in the woods
Keep an eye out for fairy circles
And don’t fall for the fair folk’s tricks and traps
A pretty feather
A shiny pebble
A ripe wild strawberry out of season
Lest you want to join the merry tricksters
Dancing under the moonlight
Singing until you lose your voice
Getting drunk on dandelion wine
And forgetting your family, your loves ones
Your sense of self
Your life
Or maybe that’s what you seek
An escape
If so, pick up that feather
Stick it in your pocket
Walk back through the gate
And wait for the fair folk to spirit you away