Lemurian City of Ladies

A Lemurian City Built in Memory of Christine de Pizan

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Bay Laurel Walking

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Gaia was calling,

walking to the Mouseion,

telling the tale of Apollo and Daphne –

the same way the sun chased the moon.

The Bay Laurel whispered in the

warm breeze, of salt and sea

and wild lavender and olive hills, –

– as the books in the

Mouseion spoke the

tale, ancient of myth and song.

(copyright Imogen Crest 2008.)

Written by imogen88

July 8, 2008 at 10:40 am

Were-Pen and I Arrive at Rainbow Beach

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            I had been sleeping ever so nicely on the magic Metro, dreaming of a wonderful, fantastical Story Land, where the writers were always inspired, where the verbs were always active, the plots always  plausible, the characters always fully-developed, and the endings came full-circle.  Never a cliché or a trite phrase, and the painters I met said their colors never muddied.  Singers always hit the high notes and guitarists never broke a string.  I liked it there.  I never wanted to wake from this fictive dream…

        “Wake up, wake up, we’re here,” said the Were-Pen, poking my arm.

        “We’re where?” I asked, yawning.

        “Next stop on your tour of Lemuria, maybe the most beautiful sight of all:  Rainbow Beach.”

        “Oh, no, Pen – may I call you Penny?”  The Were-Pen cursed, “May all my ink go dry instantly if I let you refer to be by that horrible diminutive moniker!”

        “All right, you don’t have to blot yourself, I won’t call you Penny,” I said.  “But please, Were-Pen, tell me, what’s so special about Rainbow Beach?”

        “See for yourself.”

        I opened my eyes and looked out of the window at the most beautiful beach I had ever seen.  I got off the Magic Metro and walked onto the soft, deep sand, which was gently rippling like a wave of warm pastels.  The light kissed each wave and glistened off the powdery sand.  It looked like I was standing inside a cleaned pearly, abalone shell.  

        The Were-Pen took a little bow and said, “I present to you, Rainbow Beach.  Not only is it beautiful, it is a place to relax, be inspired, and meet friends.  The Ladies of Lemuria like to gather here.”

        “To work?  To pray?”

        “Yes, and also to, ahem, ‘hang-out’:  that is, tell ghost stories, go to the Drive-in, tackle time lords, and imbibe a special green beverage.”

        “Sounds great!  When can I meet them?”

        “Soon.  We’ll walk along until we hear raucous voices, laughter, dancing, and a gypsy tambourine – Enchanteur and her entourage will be at the epicenter.”

Written by kvwordsmith

July 7, 2008 at 8:37 pm

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Closed for Lunch

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The sign said “Closed for Lunch”,

and stopping at the iron grilled gate leading

down to the Catacombs in the City of Ladies,

brought a sigh.

There was another sigh from the shadows…

“Why are you here again?  Your mother has been

looking for you.”

The shadow near the gate rippled with a gesture of

agitation.

“I don’t know.  I am listening to the stories, on my walking

tour with the other travellers…”

“We have your itinerary, and it all checks out.  We’re closed for

lunch, and there’s no need to go back in.”

The sun beamed off the white buildings of the City

and I stepped out of the shadows of the gate which

led downward.

A raven flew down and squawked, with a note in its beak

for me.  It read:

“Seven black seeds and a pomegranate.  Paid in full.”

I looked up from the note to the shadow, which

had gone quiet in reserve.

This sense of reserve seemed to translate into the

solution to a puzzle, as if a final word in a crossword

or similar mind game, within.

It was like a settling, something had settled.

“You know all you need to know,” said the shadow.

“I admit I have been coming here for months, in one way or

another.  It’s good to see the pomegranate…”

My mother was calling me, wanting me to

go to the Mouseion, to gather more wisdom and

apply it, it was right to suppose.

Surrendering the dark cloak, now dusty and dry

with age, I walked away from the Catacombs,

following the map to the Mouseion.

The shadow by the gate receded.

(copyright Imogen Crest 2008.)

 

Written by imogen88

June 25, 2008 at 1:39 pm

The Foyer of E’s Villa

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Enchanteur Fun

Word has travelled, upon the wings of ravens, that E is in her villa in the ancient quarter of the Lemurian City of Ladies. The whisper is that she is taking a small group on a walking tour to explore some of the nooks and crannies. Knowing E’s love of mystery tours this could prove interesting.

Ebony Wilder, the housekeeper who manages Riversleigh Manor when Sibyl is in residence, is a bit disturbed by the people who are showing up, making themselves comfortable in E’s foyer. She is wondering if this lot think they are walking to the Taverna di Muse. These ladies may well be in for a surprise.

So are you going to join the ‘Girls Just Wanna Have Fun’ tour?

Written by Heather Blakey

June 15, 2008 at 2:03 pm