Up in the tall, tall tree, the little spider monkey hugged her infant to her chest. The air was thick and yellow-brown. The bright burning was coming. Clutching her baby she descended. It was time.
The creatures of the forest, predator and prey together, were gathering, deep in the mystical heart of the jungle. Silently they formed a circle around Her Sacred Place, wingtip to paw, talon to claw. The huge black jaguar turned his head and gazed amber-eyed at the little spider monkey, but she wasn’t afraid.
The people of the forest emerged from the trees. They lay down their bows and quietly joined the circle. The little spider monkey looked up. High in the canopy, the spirits of the forest shimmered.
They waited. And prayed.
Mother Gaia rose from the earth. She threw back her head and opened her mouth wide. Her ululation filled the air. The lament grew. The creatures of the forest joined in. The air vibrated.
On the other side of the ocean, the Powerful People were chomping their way through a lavish lunch, while discussing the iniquity of inequality and admiring the ocean view.
The crystal glasses began to rattle. Then a wave, shaped like a monstrous hand, rose up from the ocean. Huge watery fingers plucked the Powerful People from their table and dropped them into the sea one by one where they bobbed and floundered.
The hand closed into a fist and rose skyward, speeding away and disappearing over the western horizon. As it neared opposite continent the fist unclenched and scooped up a massive handful of ocean.
Cool air ruffled the little spider monkey’s fur. She smelt the moisture in the air and heard the hiss of the dying flames. Mother Gaia began to sing the sweetest song the little spider monkey had ever heard. And the forest breathed again.
The water receded around the Powerful People leaving them standing on the beach. Sweet music filled the air. They stood and waved proudly to the crowd, as if claiming victory from the sea. But then the waves rolled back. The Powerful People were no longer waving. They were drowning.
Great vivid story! Love the satisfying ending.
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If only it would come true 🙂
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From the fire…to the pan. Excellent!
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Sadly my revenge is only on paper.
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So wonderful. And I think we can trust Gaia in this. She, or some of her ”people”.
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Let’s hope so 🙂
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Wonderful, so vivid I can see it all in my mind. And what a great fate for those Powerful People.
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Thanks Ellie 🙂 Maybe the power of thought…
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Yes, the rancid hypocrisy.
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Quite so.
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That’s beautiful! And sad…
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Thanks Oscar! Hoping for better from our leaders.
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Wonderfully written. I love the ending of the story. 👌
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🙂
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Great post
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Thanks Luisa!
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Drowning not waving – poetic and just.
Nice story. You have the knack if showing things in a vivid and memorable way – well done.
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Thanks Robert. It seemed appropriate 🙂
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This feels like a darker version of Ferngully. 🙂 excellent sensory description! x
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🙂 I have to confess that I had to google ‘Ferngully’… it looks rather good.
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It’s a Don Bluth film! Robin Williams is in it. It’s gorgeous looking, because of course it is, with Bluth at the helm. and because it’s a Bluth film, it terrified me when I was little. 🙂 Not his best, but it’s a solid film, overall. xxxxxx
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There’s a big gap in my knowledge here. I blame my age and having no kids.
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No worries! Being a child of the 80s I was raised in the age of Bluth 🙂
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Cute!
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This is a very powerful and poetic piece. Brilliant !
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Thank you so much 🙂
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May I repost this on Facebook?
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Certainly! I should be delighted for you to do so 🙂
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