A magical tale. It took me right into its heart.
Originally posted on Stephen Thom writing:
Musical Mojo Forest
Hesitant clumps of trees spread gradually down the slope into a blanket of forest. Gnarled branches skewered out from thick trunks, weaving upwards into a leafy tapestry enveloping the fields beyond. Danny stood purposefully at the summit, watery-eyed in the glare of the midday sun. His forehead darkened as he picked out a sparse minor chord sequence on the guitar strapped over his right shoulder, and stepped towards the rolling fields of woodland. The sad notes hovered, fragmenting in the air.
‘Yes…I can feel it. I can feel my muse returning to me!’
The two remaining band members stood shuffling behind him, sweaty palms clutching their own instruments. With tentative steps they trailed after their lead singer as he cut a swift path straight to the heart of the woods, ducking under vast branches and kicking his way through the undergrowth. So here they were, then; all…
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