The Phoenix

Gathering flames move sluggishly, heavy with heat. Larger, brighter, it expands in the hands of its creator, flaring under a coaxing breath. Guttural words, grunted into its flickering tips. Glimmering symbols imprinted within its dancing heart. Then it begins to grow. Outwards, hundreds of arms, hungry, reaching, pulling it upwards. Grumbles like the scraping of glass.

With a gentle push, it begins to fall. All the while it continues to expand, hungrier with every star it passes.

It approaches, and it knows that finally it can feed. Finally it can satisfy the hunger that ravages its very core.

Then a song, beautiful as the caress of raindrops. And pain. It screams. It writhes, striking wherever it can. So close. It is so close. Colours, lush with life that it longs to devour, are almost within reach.

But in its way, this small creature. Gold and red, eyes brilliant in their furious eternity. Talons, black as the sun’s shadows, and a beak, hooked, to reign the wandering flames. Wingbeats like storms drive them upwards.

It flees the discordant harmony, the pain and fury, until it reaches the safe embrace of its brethren. One day, they murmur, their gazes set upon seas of blue and green.


Based on the myth of the Phoenix.

Immortal Dance

Christine Fichtner Chinatown Koi Vancouver


They swim, unmoving in their act of eternal motion.

Gold upon water’s soft blue. Floundering its fins in an immortal dance. Braving the currents, it perseveres. For it knows that one day, when it has struggled enough, it will be rewarded. Transformed and exalted. Eternal.

With a Sigh of Light

She scooped out some dirt and placed it aside, creating a gentle hole fit to embrace the delicate seed resting in her hand.

Lowering it into its new home, she quickly covered it and smoothed out the land until not even the most royal of blood could sense it.

Then she cupped her small hands together in front of her mouth and blew. Her breath misted into the palms of her hands, swirling, solidifying into a small cloud that thundered with its own mini storm. Slowly, carefully, she drew her hands apart, and let the cloud hover over the buried seed.

For a while the cloud merely rumbled, growing darker with the occasional spark. Then finally it shuddered slightly and began to rain.

The small patch of ground below it darkened with a healthy glow. And when the rain finally sputtered to a stop, it was thoroughly soaked.

She tilted her head, allowing sunlight past her small body and onto the ground. She petted the dirt absently, humming to herself. Thin, translucent wings fluttered behind her.

She paused as she felt something move beneath her hand. Raising it slightly, she smiled brilliantly at the small green leaf poking through. She brushed away a few stray specs of dirt and released a tinkling sound of delight.

She hummed louder as it began to grow, spiraling upwards. More leaves sprouted, and a small bud formed. It grew slowly, and she hovered worriedly as it turned away from the sun, completely shadowed by the stem and leaves.

When finally the plant stopped growing, the bud remained shaded, drooping slightly. She placed her cheek against it, and continued to sing.

She felt it quiver, and fluttered backwards in anticipation. Slowly the bud began to open, a bright peony that released a sigh of light. For resting in the curve of one of the petals was a small body, curled up in sleep. Minuscule wings twitched feebly. Dark lashes fluttered in dream, and fingers uncurled slightly.

She crooned happily, and gently scooped up the little one to rest against her chest. Then her wings burst into motion, and she swept back into the green arms of the forest.

I felt like writing something cute and sweet.