Posted in An Exercise in Prose, Art and About, Pure Fiction

La Fille de la Guerre

Magdalena
“Magdalena” – Eve Ventrue, 2015

through the
swirling mists
in the
eerie wood
rode a
shieldmaiden
weary and
heartsick
riding home
from the
fields of
war.

her armor
battle-dented,
her sword
and axe
nicked
with signs
of frequent
use;
the sigil
on her
shield
all but
blackened
by blood
by ash
by gore.

and as
she traversed
the forest
dark,
the scent
of roses
lured
her off
the path
homeward.

and lo:
she found
herself
in a
labyrinth
of roses
of thorns
far away
from everything
dear
and everything
familiar.

and as
the thickets
grew denser
the thorns
longer
sharper
deadlier,
she drew
her blade
and hacked
and slashed
and tore
through the
wood
until she
reached a
clearing
and a
castle
grim and
cold and
forbidding.

she felt
the sting
of magic
in her
bones,
tasted the
iron tang
of ancient
evils
in her
mouth;
she rode
forward,
blade at
the ready,
eyes wary,
every nerve,
alert
and made
her way
in.

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Author:

Midge started her career in PR writing at seventeen when she began drafting documentaries for a government-run television station in the Philippines. Since then, she made a career in advertising and public relations which ended earlier this year. These days, she works for a corporate governance advocacy in Makati. Aside from what she does for a living and her poetry, she has turned her home kitchen into a personal culinary lab and is currently working on another novel.

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