By Matthew Woods
Key Themes: child abuse, dormant anxiety, family, self-help, recovery
Told during the dark ages the book takes the viewpoint from an ivory tower of secrets surrounding child abuse and the ramifications on those concerned. It is a love story of Christianity, renewal and the triumph of the girl Ele’hail who emerges from the chrysalis.
About the Author
Matthew Woods has recently achieved a degree in Aeronautics previous to which Matthew followed the established pattern of establishment drop-out. He has met some inspirational characters throughout his life and this novel is inspired by two of them, his partner and daughter. He hopes that therapy can lead to a more structured and less anxious point of view and for him to be able to resume his career and continue writing. He says “One of the most challenging aspects to making something with your life is understanding yourself for God and those around you”.
Ele’hail was growing, the baby by her mother’s side, soon to be plucked from marrow. The powers of women were engulfing spells for a granddaughter in the village Michael was estranged from. Amaeigin had seen to that. The tyrant’s bloodline. Three looked, alone, into the garden where he and Angel’rain had sat and talked and romanced for those years as a warbling wren perched elegantly on a fork put there previously. The garden at the top of the Martello tower. Previously the pain was just a dream. Today pain was washed away by the rain. Without or within is such an impromptu but polite notion that the wren would recognise then flew to where they know not. This help from strangers, kinder than fiction, the summoning of the earth goddess, the air eagles and the sea leviathan to protect the newborn has a strength all of its own, but the love between two people is what life is all about. (Sorry about the simplicity but even God is jealous of lovers). Michael met the girl. She met him. We stared at a painting. I asked her a question. She said yes. I worked like a slave. I planned meticulously like a caterpillar in a pupa- but what to answer?
I love you I do. I have only like for you because I love you so much. I love thee like the silken rose that glories in your gaze. I love thee like the starry night that glistens hopes so bright. I love thee like the early dew which cozens and lifts mystery’s hue. I love thee like the pastoral harmony’s shower which grips your wanton lichen ivory tower. I love thee like honesty pales in moonlight, garters oft to see, I love thee like the honourable kiss we shared that moment of constant glee. I love thee like the bliss we had that I shall often miss. I would disreguard the brightest star for you. Climb a mountain knowing never to return if only I had your eyes in my mind. Never is forever. Our victims are strewn about by the obsequious fervour of a spider building a web of protection with a sequinned edge- how do you like it?