Tell No Tales

at the wall (c) in medias res by Melinda Kucsera

Tell No Tales

(picks up where Santa’s Flight ends)

The sleigh parked before that terrible wall
of color chased light, a screen of dancing
images, each scene a brick in the wall.
“My part in this tale ends here; seek the King
across yonder wall,” Santa held a hand
age-spotted out as his pow’r ebbed away.
“Christmas eve is ended,” he waved his hand
at dawn rising behind, turning all gray.
“The night departs, so must I ’till next year.
Your path continues through there if you’ve heart
to try, redeeming grace will see you clear.”
Sarn looked at that great wall–where to e’en start?
His sixth sense couldn’t even see a way past
it as his son took his hand and held fast.

(c) in medias res by Melinda Kucsera

Sarn glanced at Santa, who faded as dawn
rose in the east, melting both sleigh and rein-
deer both, until the ride here seemed dream-drawn,
not reality, but he was quite sane.
His sixth sense confirmed that he stood leagues from
Mount Eredren, too many to have crossed
in one night on foot, which meant he’d come
as mem’ry claimed, by a flying sleigh, lost
as Christmas eve ended without answer
to the question that had began this quest.
“We go in there?” his son asked; the answer,
a blinding array reaching the star’s nest,
waited as he picked up his son, held tight,
wrapped him in shields, then stepped into the light.


“God rest you merry, Gentlemen, let no
thing you dismay, for our Saviour was born
upon this Day,” Nolo sang and when no
words sprang to mind, he hummed as mass adjourned.
Smiling, he struck mass off his Christmas check-
list as he and his family left chapel.
A hush fell o’er the crowd as the late hour checked
their gleeful song and with yawns, they grappled
with stairs and impediments to their rest.
Nerule went straight to the tree for presents
when they entered their suite, ‘just one,” he stressed,
seeing no harm ’till  he noted Sarn’s absence.
“Where is he?” Nolo asked as his search found
neither young father nor son on the grounds.

(c) in medias res by Melinda Kucsera

Of course there was no note left; literate
Sarn was not, but he still should’ve left some sign
of where he’d gone, when and why–not just flit
off to God knew where without any rhyme
or reason to this mad whimsy–not while
Nolo’s responsible for his e’ry action.
“Look!” Nerule pointed to hoof prints and smiled.
“I’ll bet Sarn caught Santa Claus in action.
Maybe he offered them a nice sleigh ride?”
Nerule hoped so–what a story to tell
and Ran would, he loved to talk and ne’er lied.
His father looked ready to chide as bells
tolled the hour, announcing the time for bed.
Dreaming of tales, Nerule lay down his head.

(c) in medias res by Melinda Kucsera

“I’m sure they’ll be fine,” Inari shut cold
out and drew the shutters to hide the sight
that so vexed her husband, as morning bowled
its way through the remaining Christmas night.
“They’ll return soon,” she pulled from hiding spots
wrapped presents, save one gift, two sets of greens
cut down from Sarn’s to make one child, one spot
on copy for stuffed bear, which she now cleaned,
while imagining Ran’s delighted smile.
There was the green feathered cap he’d liked,
matching boots for father and son, in style.
No toys since Sarn couldn’t buy what his son liked.
Buying required money which Sarn didn’t earn.
So she’d stuck to practical gifts in turn.

(c) in medias res by Melinda Kucsera

The story continues in Brothers and Borders.

Read the rest of the Christmas Sequence here.

Read Sarn’s Christmas story here

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Inspired by the holiday season, which makes us all, “young at heart.” This is a fearless fantasy.

This is my “now.”

(and there are circles…)


22 thoughts on “Tell No Tales

  1. You’ve truly outdone yourself here Melinda! It’s been a great pleasure following Sarn and Ran’s Christmas celebration/adventures. I am so very lucky to be able to enjoy these wonderful tales. Thank your for sharing!

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  2. The gifts Sarn provides will serve Ran well in the future…i wish more parents would see this at this time of year… vivid and descriptive, as always, Melinda and beautifully written

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    1. I know I was blessed and never take it for granted…I also understand that not all children have this…you were lucky to have your mom around because it isn’t that way for all either …

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    2. I am very grateful for that even though I had to share her with two other sibs. 🙂 Still I am glad she was there for everything. If I am lucky enough to have children someday, I will be there for them too. They will have my time and attention always.


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