To A Strange Somewhere Fled

I hope everyone is very well. I haven’t posted for a few weeks, because I’ve been putting all my writing time, energy, brain power and emotion into finishing the sequel to my historical fiction that imagined a collaboration and friendship between the fictional Donatella and the 17th century composer, Alessandro StradellaA House Near Luccoli.

I have updated the page on this blog devoted to the sequel and am pleased to announce that:

The writing and (my) editing and revising of
To A Strange Somewhere Fled
IS DONE!

No comfort to my wounded sight,
In the Suns busie and imperti’nent light,
Then down I lay my head;
Down on cold earth; and for a while was dead,
And my freed soul to a strange somewhere fled.
(From The Despair by Abraham Cowley, first published 1647)

There is a strange somewhere between endings and beginnings.  What seems final is just preparation for what is to come. The changing of the seasons knows and depends on this. Leaves fall and the coldness comes. So does the inclination to sleep through those darker times, perhaps, with a wish to never wake. The light does return – just glimpses at first – to arouse what lives on. There’s warmth, too, slowly nourishing, encouraging and strengthening. And music – the breath, the touch, the heartbeat of Donatella’s story.

Copyright 2012 by DM Denton

Copyright 2012 by DM Denton

Donatella was born of my imagination – also my emotions, thoughts, impulses and encounters. After spending many years with her, she is as actual as anyone in my physical reality. Other writers will understand this phenomenon, I’m sure. For me, as with her, it will never be time to say goodbye.

“There is no real ending. It’s just the place where you stop the story.”
~ Frank Herbert (American author, 1920-1986)

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I invite you to read more about To A Strange Somewhere Fled HERE.

My hope is for it to be published
by the end of 2014 or beginning of 2015,
which gives me time to create the cover artwork!

AND …

those of you who haven’t yet read – or listened – to
A House Near Luccoli
a gentle reminder that it’s available in Print, Kindle, Audio Book and NOOK Book editions.

A House Near Luccoli Audio Book

 

I’ve posted the following poem before,
but it fits well with the theme of endings and beginnings.

A winding road
had brought me back
to yellow flags
that grew the sun
out of the rain.

 

Forgetfulness
had left them there
to multiply
like bread and fish
for proof of faith.

 

Again I paused
and passed them by,
golden moments
waving me on
without farewell.
Copyright 2012 by DM Denton

Copyright 2012 by DM Denton

©Artwork and writing, unless otherwise indicated, are the property of Diane M Denton. Please request permission to reproduce or post elsewhere with a link back to bardessdmdenton. Thank you.

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16 thoughts on “To A Strange Somewhere Fled

  1. Oh Diane I am so thrilled for you! It must be a great feeling and now you can set your words fee to fly all over the world once again!

    I love the poem too. I remember it; I especially like the simile in verse two, just fab!! ❤️😊 xx

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    • Thank you, Christine! I have one thumbs up for the sequel … from … who else, but my mom! Of course, she is ‘a little’ biased. 🙂 So glad you enjoyed the poem. Hope I can come up with some new ones soon, but prose seems to be my writing inclination these days. XO ♥

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  2. “The writing and (my) editing and revising of To A Strange Somewhere Fled – IS DONE!”

    Pardon me for saying this, Diane – but that brought a smile. As long as we keep going over the manuscript, we’ll find something to “improve” I reckon 🙂

    We authors, we’re never satisfied – LOL!

    You’re creating your own cover artwork – now, that’s impressive.

    All good wishes,
    Eric

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    • Hi, Eric. Yes, there is a point where we have to let go … always something to ‘improve’. That’s why I did this post, to really convince myself it’s finished until in the hands of a real editor! 🙂

      I did the cover artwork and design for A House Near Luccoli. So glad my publisher was open to it and expect they will be again.

      Thanks for your visit and comment! All the best to you! Diane

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  3. Simply this: joy and marveling. So happy for your ‘next child’s birth’, and looking forward to what is to come. The poem is radiant. I bow to you, O Bardess. 🙂
    xoxoxo,
    Kathryn

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    • Thank you, Kathryn! The birth, as you know, doesn’t come without pain and some postpartum depression …well, relief and grief rolled into one. But, of course, now I hope to see this second child grow beyond my creation of it. Hope you are well and, although I’ve felt the need to pull back a little from blogging, I promise I will visit your extraordinary blog soon. XO ♥

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  4. Thank you for all the useful informaton dear Diane ; glad you are progressing as expected.
    It was a delight to read your poem again ! Keep going my friend,you have almost finished it ! Love and big hugs ,Doda 🙂 xxxx

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  5. Congratulations, Diane, so happy for you and I’m sure you feel great relief having finished…can’t wait for its arrival and I loved your poem again! Hugs and blessings, my friend…xo

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    • Hi, Martin, and thank you! 🙂 Just sent the manuscript off to my publisher, so, hopefully, it has begun its journey to publication. Also, hope you enjoy A House … the second time around, too! XO

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  6. Lovely poem. -) What you say (so eloquently) of endings that never end CS Lewis depicts beautifully in the “closing” to the Narnia chronicles. Happy for you!! Wishing you continued joy in a deep, satisfying NeW season.

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