Tell A Tale in 500 Words

ANGELIC GEOMETRY By Geoffrey Heptonstall

ANGELIC GEOMETRY





A countryman takes his ease, his implement discarded, an open invitation with a blade as sharp as frost burning in the shadeless sun. The countryman dreams. He has a name, the countryman He is called Bacon Morritt ‘I need nothing,’ Bacon often says. ‘So I want for nothing. He who wants for nothing is the richest man in the kingdom. Be he in rags he is as a prince, as I am.’ He has learned only to know the moment.

He had known many seasons even in his young life. He had lived many lives. They were inside him, unseen and unknown by all except Bacon. He never spoke of those other experiences. He did not wish the world to think him anything other than what they saw.

What they saw was not what he saw. Bacon closed his eyes so that he might be invisible, or so that he might fly. He had flown over high walls and seen many wonders the other side. There were beautiful girls floating about the gardens. There were delicious fruits. There was music played on pipes and lyres. That was how the rich folk lived. Bacon was enriched simply by the sight of such wonders.

One day he came across a ladder in a field. Leaning against a tree, the ladder disappeared into the leaf-laden branches. Bacon knew the ladder reached up into the clouds. And were he to climb that ladder he might see more than any mortal man had ever seen.

He did not climb the ladder. The next time he went into the field it was not there. The sun was burning down on him so that he moved further into the shade. Bacon closed his eyes again. He felt a leaf fall though it was high summer. That was a sign of change. When things happen out of season it was a sign that things were going to be different. That meant disruption, commotion and agitation – all the things that it was Bacon’s hope in life to escape. Bacon closed his eyes tighter. In the darkness there was nothing that could happen.

‘Come here, Bacon. Don’t be shy,’ said the Queen. ‘Do you know who I am?’

‘No, miss. I never seen you.’

‘You know this place? You have lived here all your life without knowing where it is.’

‘I know it. I think I do.’

‘Here is Elsewhere,’ said the Queen. ‘You shall not see it again. Remember it, Bacon.’

The courtiers applauded, and Bacon bowed low. When he looked up she was gone. The Queen had gone. And Bacon was alone.

He never spoke of the beautiful Queen. It was his secret that remained with him until he went out one morning never to return. Bacon alone knew where he had gone and whom he searched for. He had seen all he needed to see. All his life had been revealed in one moment when he looked about him as the Queen of Elsewhere passed by.





ANGELIC GEOMETRY





A countryman takes his ease, his implement discarded, an open invitation with a blade as sharp as frost burning in the shadeless sun. The countryman dreams. He has a name, the countryman He is called Bacon Morritt ‘I need nothing,’ Bacon often says. ‘So I want for nothing. He who wants for nothing is the richest man in the kingdom. Be he in rags he is as a prince, as I am.’ He has learned only to know the moment.

He had known many seasons even in his young life. He had lived many lives. They were inside him, unseen and unknown by all except Bacon. He never spoke of those other experiences. He did not wish the world to think him anything other than what they saw.

What they saw was not what he saw. Bacon closed his eyes so that he might be invisible, or so that he might fly. He had flown over high walls and seen many wonders the other side. There were beautiful girls floating about the gardens. There were delicious fruits. There was music played on pipes and lyres. That was how the rich folk lived. Bacon was enriched simply by the sight of such wonders.

One day he came across a ladder in a field. Leaning against a tree, the ladder disappeared into the leaf-laden branches. Bacon knew the ladder reached up into the clouds. And were he to climb that ladder he might see more than any mortal man had ever seen.

He did not climb the ladder. The next time he went into the field it was not there. The sun was burning down on him so that he moved further into the shade. Bacon closed his eyes again. He felt a leaf fall though it was high summer. That was a sign of change. When things happen out of season it was a sign that things were going to be different. That meant disruption, commotion and agitation – all the things that it was Bacon’s hope in life to escape. Bacon closed his eyes tighter. In the darkness there was nothing that could happen.

‘Come here, Bacon. Don’t be shy,’ said the Queen. ‘Do you know who I am?’

‘No, miss. I never seen you.’

‘You know this place? You have lived here all your life without knowing where it is.’

‘I know it. I think I do.’

‘Here is Elsewhere,’ said the Queen. ‘You shall not see it again. Remember it, Bacon.’

The courtiers applauded, and Bacon bowed low. When he looked up she was gone. The Queen had gone. And Bacon was alone.

He never spoke of the beautiful Queen. It was his secret that remained with him until he went out one morning never to return. Bacon alone knew where he had gone and whom he searched for. He had seen all he needed to see. All his life had been revealed in one moment when he looked about him as the Queen of Elsewhere passed by.



 


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