Glade Antlephore
Duck_733Oh dear. I might have dallied with Mercutio a bit too long.
Ooops.
Truly I didn't mean to drive him mad. Whispering in his ear, in his dreams.... ok maybe a little madness but not ranting on the streets of Verona. And I object strongly! I am not quite as bad as all that.
Usually.
Mortals are just so ... odd.
Admittedly it is rather entertaining to weave the pattern and then watch them dance. Pull the strings and they'll leap.
I listen as Mercutio's raving breaks into vulnerability and watch with bright curiosity. He staggers at last and his voice echoes in the street. A haunting mockery of my whispering dreams.
This is she. This... is she.
I am the faeries' midwife, in shape no bigger than an agate stone. I Spin off into the night, cracking my whip of cricket bone on a wagon with spokes of long spinners legs. I fly over men's noses as they sleep once more. For while dreamers often lie, Mercutio dreamed true. As Mercutio's tears fell, wild laughter bubbled up in my chest and I disappeared into the night.
Based in William Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet the "Mercutio's Dream" sequence in Act 1, Scene 4.
Much wording in the last heavily paragraphed directly from the play as a nod to the speech.
