The Colour of Time - Part 10

 

Someone once called her ageless but that was ages ago. Dora sighed. She knew she was not ageless. In all her years of travelling and studying to become the mighty and magnificent witch and sorceress she was today she had found and learned a few spells and potions and tricks to prolong her life and to look much younger than she truly was. Yet all the fairy dust and dandelion milk, all the spring leaves and heart shaped clovers, could not stop her aging. On days like this she felt the weight of time heavy on her shoulders, in her bones and in her heart.

She tidied and cleaned her rooms from the visitors she had today. She put the remains of the herbs she gave the librarian's wife to come through her pregnancy back into their wooden chest. She smelled the love potion in a jug, remembering how she had sold a few drops in a small flask to a young gardener, and she smiled. He wanted to win the love of a young barefoot dancer with it, never suspecting that the potion was nothing more than lemon juice. And then there was this magic spell she had given to the farmer's wife for her chicken to lay more eggs in the upcoming winter season. Such was the more than mundane daily life of a mighty and magnificent witch and sorceress.

Dora of Wye sat down on the bench by the window of her fastened and fortified barrel and once more looked out at the River Why running by as it has done for countless years. And she knew from the pages of her book that Lemon was not the colour of time.

'We are in Dublin,' Bromford the bard said.

'We are in love with the Irish,' the llama agreed and did not stop chewing clover.

"Bromford"

Slow down your mind
Fill the unknown spaces with truth and light
If you can find the time, time seems so slow
Now we’re stuck here asking, where did it go?
(And where do we come from?)
And what are we here for?

But there we were looking out some country window
And although we had our problems, we were fine
The sky was blue and the night was all I wanted
Let me be your comet, I will fly

Summertime so sweet
Luxuries of childhood were on our feet
In the sun sun sun
Baby run run run
Baby run run run
Baby run run run

Games will be portrayed

But there we were looking out some country window
And although we had our problems, we were fine
The sky was blue and the night was all I wanted
Let me be your comet, I will fly

The sky was blue and the night was all I wanted
Let me be your comet, I will fly

I’ve been to Bromford
I’ve been to Monterrey
I’ve felt a mother’s love
I’ve seen the colours change
I’ve cried a million tears
I’ve caused a million more
I’ve been to Bromford

There we were looking out some country window
And although we had our problems, we were fine

Today is Wednesday, the 10th of December 2025.