Three Drops from a Cauldron

My long-time friend, magical creature and pirate queen, Kate Garrett-Nield has her capable fingers in an abundance of pies – one juicy example being the delicious Three Drops from a Cauldron online journal which features myth, legend, folklore, fable and fairytale.

I have worked with Kate a few times and in several guises but for Issue 20 (October 2017) my role was that of cover artist, after I responded to her call for suitable submissions and, here we are (again).

Hallowe’en is not a new piece but October can very much be a time for reflection so it seemed appropriately whimsical. Go check out Three Drops from a Cauldron and lose yourself for a while…

© Mel Lampro / Hallowe'en Cover Art; original painting, water colour and ink.
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THE MOON

i saw the moon

tonight

a crescent sliver

silver

split

hanging

from the rent cloth

of the sky


Wherever You Roam Covre

Previously Published:

Wherever You Roam: Volume 2 (Slim Volume)

Edited by: Kate Garrett

Available from Amazon


© Mel Lampro

BREATHLESS

He was perfect. Lounging across the front seat of a dilapidated car, looking every inch the boy that borrowed his father’s saloon for the prom and hoping that his best girl didn’t mind the smell of wet dog or the bubbled paint that flaked from the bodywork like a bad sunburn.

One hand on the steering wheel, the other dangling from the driver’s side window, fingers drumming gently on the door as he laughed and chattered with my neighbour. I could have watched him for a lifetime, with his troubled hair and faded T-shirt, he was everything I wanted and nothing but unreachable.

Too young, too cute and too absorbed in my pretty, animated neighbour – with her caramel eyes and streaming curls – water spilling over pebbles that bobbed and rippled in the early autumn sunlight.

I felt awkward in my work clothes and tried to pass them by, hoping that their conversation would engage them long enough for me to escape into my house unnoticed but, as soon as my hated high heels trip-trapped across the loose gravel on the street they both looked up. She with her dazzling smile and he with such a look of total vulnerability that inside I faltered and fell.

The polite introductions felt thick in my mouth, my lips dried and dragged on my teeth and I felt my smile harden like stale icing. My cheeks flushed as I fell over simple words and I dug my fingernails into my palms – I fired an excuse about having an evening meeting and ricocheted off the street.

Slam. Safe. Breathless.


No Love Lost Cover

Previously Published:

No Love Lost: 1 (Slim Volume) Paperback – 7 Dec 2014

Edited by: Kate Garrett

Available from Amazon


 

© Mel Lampro