Thursday photo prompt: Threshold #writephoto
From inside the one they call the magician’s cave, it felt wrong.
On the other side of the small bay is the cave I always think of as his.
Where the fallen eagle with its beak touching the ground,
his wings guarding the threshold to a second cave.
One is full to the top with giant boulders, but on the other side of the giant beak, you can walk through to the sea.
Looking at this grand entry, with the Castle perched on top of the cliff, was enough to send my mind reeling back into the past.
I could almost see the magician sitting on one of the giant boulders, as I had done. It has been said that he was trapped by his love for a woman, and gave her his secrets. They say no man can free him, maybe a woman can?
I have searched all of these caves, one so beautiful it was worth the climb. I found myself standing inside a green jewel.
However, magic is not to be found inside a hollow cave.
On this small beach stands a large solid rock. I stood there wondering, is his soul alive inside. Does he want to be found?
Has he learned not to give away all his secrets? Could someone find the key to release him?
I doubt it, for love makes fools of us all…
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