The Green Mist Debate: Follow the Path with Resolve , to the House of Bluestars

November, the month of introspection , and the guttering candle at midnight; going back over older texts of eight years gone by, ...written for the third annual Daffodil day from an initial draft of the year 2000, and second tale in 'Tales from the Wagon , Crinan Wood'.

Nobody saw the surreptitious removal of the huge reedbed from the banks of the old canal..
Nobody saw or cared, or felt, but everyone had opinions.

Even the workers, who carried out their duties unquestioningly, remained unaware of its meaning; (beyond a job), or its' effect,- as they seemed to perform their tasks in a soporific daze.

Nobody saw the glowing greenish light; which took the form of a serpentine mist; lit up from within-,..slowly make its' way along the surface, and (also) beneath the limpid black waters of the canal on starless November nights.

Nobody had seen, nobody knew, no one had heard.... Sometimes the mist would rise into an amorphous column of phosphorescent smoke, ( tho it wasn't smoke ).... of a colour, some might call 'chartreuse', 'vert de vessie',or, 'verde celeste'....while others might call it -Simple Green-.

On occasion, as was its wont, in the darkest loneliest part of the night, the mist would seem to cease in its amorphous tonality; leave the water, and move about the garden , THE GARDEN,... striking various 'attitudes', as if to appear a simulacrum; a glowing imitation of whatever form took its obscure fancy.- Shape Shifting.

One minute it was standing by a garden rake, and would then vaguely take on the shape of that implement; next it would swirl about the roots of a shrub or hazel tree and assume the shape of that shrub or tree-; this went on for what seemed an age.

Very rarely, the mist would seem to take on the ' human form divine' ; yet, just before it seemed that it might even SPEAK!... well it gave up, and tumbled down into itself again, hugging the ground in a reluctant slow moving cloud, ; shapeless once more.-

Then returning to the black water from whence it came, would disappear beneath the surface, via a small gently gurgling whirlpool.-

Nobody saw , or knew, or heard, ........everyone however, had opinions.