Gravity, Part 1 of 5

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A violent red slashed the sky as the setting sun dipped below the horizon.  The clouds, far out at sea, grabbed the last of the light and transformed it into what he might have otherwise considered an ominous display.  But, he’d given up on blood magic months ago.  It had worked but the cost was too much for the results.  His eyes shifted from the horizon to the waves rolling up the beach to where he sat.  The water ebbed and flowed.  It came in.  It went out.  Sometimes the swells were larger.  Sometimes they were smaller.  But always, always, the ocean rose and fell.  The ocean.  The largest force on the planet.  Except it didn’t do it on its own.  The ocean itself was controlled by something else.  Gravity.  And that gravity came from the moon.  And anything that had that much power absolutely fascinated Richard.  He had to know how it worked.  He had to learn how to harness it and use it for his own purposes.

Sighing, Richard pushed himself off the sand and walked back to his car.  He wanted to get off the beach before it got too dark.  The clouds on the horizon were headed his direction and with the sun quickly making its daily exit, it would soon be harder to see on this empty stretch of the coast.  For a moment there, he’d thought he almost had it.  The secret.  The key he needed to unlock gravity.  He’d be back the next afternoon, though, and maybe he’d get it then.

He had plenty of time to figure it out.  He wasn’t going anywhere and neither was the moon.

Though, interestingly enough, the moon was actually moving further away from the earth all the time.

He stopped, his hand holding the key outstretched toward the driver’s side front door of his car.  “Maybe that’s it,” he muttered.  “It’s not just the gravity of the moon.  It’s the connection between the Earth’s gravity holding the water down and the moon’s gravity moving the water back and forth.  It’s the intersection of these two where the magic is.”

Biting his lip, he finished opening his door and got in.  He didn’t start the car right away, though.  His mind was going too fast to even think about driving.  He was so close to the answer.  He could almost feel the magic on his skin.

And then he laughed.  Joy bubbled out of him.  He had it.  He knew how to get at the gravity magic.

Starting his car he headed home, eager to run his first test.

Kingdom Life Poems, 4 of 4

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The Beach

The beach ends in the crushing surf, the steady ebb and flow of the strongest force on earth.

And here we choose to build our castles, lounge in the sun, and play away the long days.

We walk out to meet the tide, dancing with the waves, relishing the kiss of the sun, all is mirth.

We are instantly refreshed from this well of power, this natural balm, embraced in the ocean’s spray.

Photo Prompt: Cliff Stairs

I was talking with Goldy ( the other day and we came up with the idea of trying to do a photo prompt to get ourselves back into writing a bit more and to try and engage with others in the blogosphere a bit more too.  So, here we are.  A photo.  And the prompt?  Write whatever you want, whatever the photo inspires.  I’ll try to do something like this on a regular basis. 

Play along if you want and tag your post into the comments so I can read your words as well.

My own response is below.


I was hopeful that the change was made before the wooden stairs fell apart.  Can you imagine?

Step, step, step, nothing.

You can’t see the mismatch from the top where we started. And there’s no warning (Watch your step.  Proceed with caution.  That last step is a doozy…) just the sudden jarring change from old to new.

Not that the newer one, the metal one, felt much safer.  The cliffs were crumbling before our eyes and the roar of the breakers, constantly churning the beach, filled our ears. 

In time, more of the stairs will fall.  It is inevitable. I hope nobody is on them when they do. Can you imagine?

Step, step, step, nothing…




The waves glowed as they crested and crashed under the moonlit sky.  It had been a long time since I’d been to the beach in the dark.  I had forgotten the serene beauty of the water, sand and sky.  The constant churning of the ocean even seemed muted so as not to disturb the moment.  A couple planets watched on with the multitude of stars.  I stepped to the edge of the tide’s reach up the shore and waited for the last of the sun’s influence to slip away from the far horizon and decided it really should not be so long between nighttime visits to the coast.

I may speak often of my love for the mountains but there is magic in all wild places and that magic calls to me.  Have you ever watched the stars wink on the tide?  Have you ever seen the moon echo beyond the breakers?  Have you ever felt the memory of the day’s heat fading away in the soft sand between your toes?  What could any of these be but magic?  I hear the call of all the wild places.  It tugs at my heart and directs my eyes and ears.  As always, I must answer.