Mukunda, softly held this tiny creature, this mini beast, this fury thing, so gently in his warmly powered Reiki hands…but not a buzz was stirred…he ran quickly, to the cave, to Astral caravan.. past tethered horses, Shadowstorm and Starwalker
..and from the safety of the inner boxes, where once the moon had slept, he found the oak cup grail, and placed therein the body of Humble Bumble…. perhaps, he reasoned, if this cup came from THE TREE OF LIFE….it might once again bring life to death?
…he took the horses, and fashioned a working yoke about them, leading them to felled monstrousity…this serpent tree, i watched, too weak….and almost failed to breathe….Moonglow, opened up her wings..
“We must build an ark” Mukunda shouted…t’was the moon replied.. for night was fell…..” You need the apothecary skills, the elixiers of messers Arden and How, to cure this choking venom now….and I can lead you there..
“A lighthouse then, in a darkened sea” i murmered….drifting in a fevered dream…. “yet i was NEVER your keeper…..you were always free…” “Quite so” replied the moon softly calling on softened silver strings, a Mistral breeze “yet whatever made you think I could desert you my love, when you have struggled so to bring me home!!!?”
and then, as if to sing a lullaby or union tune, she plucked, like harp, the silky strings of light she shone upon this island shell, and so we heard a vibrant, cosmic sitar drone….. a sound at first like ten thousand worker honey bees, as two giant bears appeared, climbed down they did from ‘mongst the stars….. “I send you friends” whispered Moon ..
and as she strummed a major chord…..she sang bright clear melodies…. “I send you Ursa major..the bee keeper”….and then, she lifted just one string….. “and Ursa minor…the bee keepers wife.” “How fine it is to KNOW the moon” i croaked unable to lift my head from the ground where i lay… “and love her still….”
“Like two halves” she smiled “like two halves” …i grinned…
with help then, from hands of giant bear, and honey bees aplenty from starry hives that lay secretly behind night time clouds, Mukunda redoubled his efforts as he began to saw at tree, and slowly, fashioned from our old be-loved and bewheeled caravan, and oaky wood, an ASTRAL ark, to sail the seven several seas…..
The horses drew its hefty bulk towards the shore, and there it was moored… and at its bow, was THE HEART i had once carved into the tree of life as was…… she lived again, at least in spirit…. and there was room enough for ALL of us, and yet still for even more… soon dawn would be upon us, and, to set us well apon our way, the two bears set to making us a feast.
….Moonglow wafted her wings, in a skillful figure of 8, at once to cool my fever, as Ursa minor, or Ursula, as she was introduced, collected rich honey into terracotta pots, whilst Ursa major, Arthur, sat 16 foot 3, and carved the hydra into meaty pieces with giant bare, bear hands………….and lit our final island fire, for this night we would EAT indeed…
“I see…… there lies a bumble bee” boomed Authur merrily, as he barbecued the snakey steaks, “Why so…the sting is left intact?” Mukunda explained the battle, and then after that final sting, that Bumble had fallen… suddenly and dead..
“OH NO!!” guffawed the pleasant BEARLIKE beast!!! “is only honey bees that die once they have stung… I AM a BEE keeper afterall.” and his face was full of kindly bear and beeswax wisdom..
“Bumbles, don’t you know” wizzelled Authur thoughtfully, “can sting so MANY times!!!” … “They can?” i questioned…waking, a moment from the delirium i’d sunk within, a quicksand dream, and i sat bolt upright!!! ears akimbo… “Oh yes” continued Arthur….. “Then….is Bumble really dead?” i quizzed…. my bubble tummy turning flopsy once or twice…
“NO!” LAUGHED Ursula…. “she simply needs …..a little honey…a little royal jelly, as do you, d’you see?” … “SHE???” both Mukunda and i exclaimed at once catching one another’s eye…. excited, intrigued and deeply incredulous!!! “HUMBLE BUMBLE …..IS A……. SHE ?”
…”I AM A GIRL” buzzed Humble quietly, coming too….and we all watched amazed…..as if the words of bears had granted life again to this tiny creature…… “Oh Humble” i exclaimed, “you’re back!” …..
“I thought bees died” she buzzed, in Beezalizzze “when they had stung…….I thought, I MUST BE DEAD……but I was wrong!!!”
“How wonderfull” cried out Mukunda……. “how marvelous, the bears have saved us…one and all.”…. “Not quite so,” interupted Ursula, as they all ate, “fox will be saved for now, by Royal Jelly, but still he must seek a final cure.”
“We know just the people” said fox nodding to Mukunda, “Arden and How….but where on earth will they be now I wonder…….?”
“We need a compass…..” murmered Mukunda….”or sextant.”…..”The moon will guide you,” reassured Arthur…. “and by night, we can defend you from any monster…..now, that said, t’is almost dawn…me and the Mrs must return to beside the moon…..so for now, we shall wish you fairwell….”
Richmond Harding is a musician and weaver of digital communication threads, and a limerick writer
He is on Facebook and you can find his music here on Groovolution
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