Secrets are the only real magic, anymore. The only, lonely, things worth keeping. What one knows that nobody else does. What one sees as the rest blink their blind eyes behind pigeon glasses. Gaps in the clouds, cracks in the pavement, pauses in a song where the Dust falls through. I am the miser of secrets. I scramble about, clutching at wisps of smoke which curl lazily between my fingers before I stuff them in black velvet bags and lock them all up in a crocodile skin trunk. Peeling telegraphs, cross stitch hearts, books in ancient greek with hemlock seeds pressed between the pages. Ebenezer never knew that all the gold in Threadneedle street is nothing to silver secrets.
August 30, 2010
36 responses to silver secrets
Dearest, I think that you are the other type of real magic. But I suppose if you’re the miser of secrets, it could be one and the same, couldn’t it?
p.s. What I love most about this is that there is a street in my town called Ebenezer Place. And it is magic. This overjoys me to no end.
Love, Athena. xxx
What a wonderful street name. My favourite street name here is Pisconeri Street. xxx
Wonderful.
Simply wonderful. x
Thank you Norah, I think you are wonderful. x
Secrets are truly a great source of magic and you describe them in such a beautiful way.
Thank you lovely, I hope you have nothing but the good sort of secrets. x
The first picture is gorgeous.
Thank you for saying that, I wasn’t sure whether to post both. Sometimes I just can’t choose.
Your imagery is magnificent, it truly resonates. Furthermore, the last sentence is lovely, a perfect closing.
Thank you for sharing your words (and pictures too!)
Xo.
Thank you for your lovely comment Rowan, I feel honoured because you have such wonderful taste. I have been enjoying your lists very much. xxx
Oh thank you so much! You have no idea how much that means to me. I love your taste and your words (lists included!)
I would love it if you also took a look at my blog (:
Xo.
Deary, your writing just blossoms. You’ve only gotten better and better since I’ve been following your work, and this piece… my God, it sparkles. The bit about watching the smoke, then hurriedly stuffing it into your velvet bags… that was simply sublime, in both imagery and in pace-shift. Gorgeous.
Words of gratitude fail me, just, thank you. xxxxx
Oh this piece is just perfect! I just love magical things! You truly are extraordinary. <3
You are the extraordinary one, thank you lovely. x
Hello, my darling.
Oh how I love your blog! This is beautifully written, you are so creative. And, I love that locket! What a unique item.
XOXO-
Rachel
Thank you Rachel, it’s a thimblecase actually. Lockets are wonderful secret-keepers too though.
Such a sweet little case for that little silver secret. I love your stories, Skye, they bring pieces of magic into my life at just the right times.
Those lovely yellow flowers (I will call them buttercups even if that is not their name!) make me so happy that spring is almost here <3
Oh Lyndall, you are so clever! They are buttercups. We don’t have them here so I had to buy a little book on wildflowers when I went to England. These buttercups are even happier because they are growing beneath the Peter Pan statue in Kensington Gardens. Of course I still have the thimblecase. <3
Exquisite! I feel the same way about their magic. You think of the best places for secrets, and must have accumulated quite a collection! ;) I love every word of this. Black velvet bags and crocodile trunks… You make make me want to go shopping, haha. The last line shines with the underestimated lustre and beauty of silver. All the best to you, darling. ♡
Crocodiles are the best for secrets. I fear I have too many some days though, although the silver don’t give me much trouble. x
Beautiful <3 But now I want to hear more because this sounds like a whimsical story!
Oh, it isn’t really a story.. just a thimbleful. I miss you.
Beautiful!
I really like your writing.
I also loved how you mentioned Ebeneezer.
Thanks you so much for sharing this!
Thank you dear Kironomi. Do you like Ebenezer too? I must admit, his story used to frighten me, but now I understand it better. I am a terrible horder too.
Hello, I have been following your blog silently for half a year, my dreamy, escapist side really connects to you.
I just wanted to ask/suggest whether you have read the (5 I believe) Mary Poppins books? In the books she is harsher than the movie, but they are filled with odd and magical things, I am not sure, but you *may* like it!
Yours,
Leore Joanne.
Oh, thank you for your silent following. I do that a lot too, I’m often too shy to comment.
I have not read the original Mary Poppins books, but I would love to! I have yet to see them in our libraries. Thank you for suggesting them. I will give you a book recommendation in return ~ Bedknob and Broomstick by Mary Norton.
It really is on my to-buy list! I need to see the movie, too. Have never seen it, but one of the songs is a favourite of mine, it is the one about entering the age of not believing.
Leore Joanne
That silver bell in the locket is so precious.
Your words are like a fairytale from a lost book found in a secret library.
x
It’s a thimble actually, which is a sort of bell I suppose.. a thumb – bell, like thumbelina. x
Oh, my; dear Skye, every time I feel that you’ve created my all time favourtie post, you post again with splendour ten times for illuminating than the time before. Your beauty is of parallel to, “care-charmer, sleep” (to allude to my second favourite poem). You never, never, never leave me with breath, Skye. xxx
Olivia, I so wished I could comment on your latest post because it was so very beautiful and brave. You spin little worlds of your coloured threads and catch my heart like an errant moth. I should love to read a little book entitled; ‘Olivia’s Favourite Poems.’ (with footnotes.) xxx
I wholeheartedly agree, my dear. I always wonder if I am the only one in this big city that really does believe in magic. But if I am, maybe I’m keeping it secret. Maybe we all are, and that’s how it stays true.
x
Jess.
I live in a very small city, but I feel the same way. I went to the country last weekend and saw the stars, properly, with the milk in the way, and felt like a little piece of me had been missing and was soon to be ripped out again. I hope you get a chance to see the stars soon. x
I have just discovered your blog and its is completely and utterly beautiful:)
I agree with you about secrets, I think we create our own magic, the kind we can hide in pockets and between the pages of books and inside silver lockets x
just wanted to say, your weblog is so beautiful, thank you for the inspiration you have offered, which draws out the shy & secret me.