Chrysanthemum and Nabu

“What is the infernal ruckus?” Nabu growled.  He stretched, first one smoky gray front paw and then the other, straight out, back arched and tail low.  He gave up on his nap.  Glancing about the room he noticed a third of the wall to wall bookshelves were empty.  A small stack was in her chair at the little desk in the corner.  The chair itself was back for easy access, though she’d have to move that silly stack of books.  The computer on the desk showed her latest screensaver, some silly painting of the Jade Rabbit.  Pages of handwritten scribbles all but covered the keyboard.  The rest of the books were in little piles about the room–two by the bathroom door, three in the potted plant (what was that about), five in big overstuffed leather chair, and on and on, here and there.

“Well, witch,” he grumbled, “what are you brewing today?”

“You’ll see, you’ll see, sleepy puss,” she sing-song chuckled.

Nabu watched as she flitted about the room, rummaging through her stacks of books and piles of ingredients, deep in one of her peculiar spells.  It looked like another friend spell.  How many had she cast in the past few weeks?  He’d lost count.

Feigning indifference, he glanced at her work table.  No smelly brew.  No pot at all.  This spell was different from the others.  All over the ancient oak table, smooth from years of spells, spills, and the occasional scrub, were her piles of spell components.  Down the left side were cardinal feathers, beads from the necklaces of a thousand princesses, a dragon’s toenail clippings, and dust from all of Jupiter’s moons.  “How did she get that?” he wondered.

Chrysanthemum added to each pile, alternating humming and muttering.  At the end of the table she had piled basil, thyme, yarrow, and autographed photos of Orlando Bloom and Hugh Jackman.  “Old letch,” he snarled.  There were also at least three grudges on that end of the table—they took of a lot of space.

Nabu knew she must be nearing the end of the ingredient phase, because she’d started working in her favorite piles.  She always saved them for last.  The colors were there now–black, deep green and pale golden-yellow.  She always added a few freckles.  Yes, there they were by the duck’s quack.  He wasn’t sure when she’d had time to cook, but he saw sushi, shrimp creole, French silk pie, and a macaroon.

As she set a Keats poem down beside a miniature unicorn, a single clear tone sounded from the nightingale wind chime.  It was an enchanted chime, of course, and it only rang when a friendly breeze was coming.

“Wonderful!” Chrysanthemum declared.  She darted around the table and book piles and peeked at the mirror in the bathroom.  She checked her silver streaked hair held in a bun with rafia and chopsticks and patted her rose-colored glasses.  “Good,” she whispered and smiled.

“Good?” Nabu questioned.  “Half your bun is coming down, and those silly glasses are so smudged I don’t know how you see out of them.”

She ignored him, hurrying to the portal, the only way in to her lab.  It was a soap bubble, as tall as a normal door and just as wide.  Only those with magic and welcome could see it and enter.

“You make a better door than a window,” Nabu muttered from his perch behind her.  “Who’s coming?”

Chrysanthemum’s smiled even wider and said, “It’s Miss Beam and Mr. Crane.  I just knew they’d be first.  But who is that behind them?  Oh!”

She stumbled back as the first guests burst through the bubble portal.  Their pursuer halted in confusion.  The cloaked horseman turned all about, but he could find no sign of his prey.  He wasn’t invited and he wasn’t welcome, so the door remained invisible to him.  With a naughty little gleam in her eye, Chrysanthemum sent a telemarketer after him, and turned to greet her guests.

“My dear friends,” Chrysanthemum chirped, “I’m so glad you came.  Did you bring something for the spell?”

Miss Beam sweetly smiled and handed her a crimson red oak leaf, last night’s sunset caught behind a lovely sheet of warped glass, and the cutest bobble head of Normal Jesus.

“Perfect!” Chrysanthemum announced, and placed them in their own pile at the head of the table.

“Mr. Crane?” she queried, her tilted head echoing the question.

Mr. Crane held out an unused airline ticket and rather wicked looking jack-o-lantern.

Chrysanthemum shook a finger at him then took his offerings.  “You know,” she scolded with a distinct ring of amusement, “that fellow wouldn’t chase you so if you didn’t keep taking his head.”

Mr. Crane replied, “Moo.”

The trio burst into gales of laughter.   Nabu watched in disgust as the trio climbed up off the floor.  True to his nature, Nabu stalked up to Mr. Crane and said, “You know with what power you meddle in that horseman.  You make a strong enemy in that one.”

Chrysanthemum placed a soothing hand on Nabu’s neck, flashed Mr. Crane an apologetic wink, and said, “You needn’t worry about our Mr. Crane.  As long as he keeps his wits about him, he’ll be fine.  I’ve never met anyone with sharper wits, except maybe Carmen.”

The nightingale wind chime sang again, a new note, slightly different from the first.  “It’s Carmen,” Chrysanthemum announced.

Nabu knew at once this one was different from the first two.  She was real, not created by spell.  Oh, the others were real, but they’d been altered by Chrysanthemum’s magic.  This one, this one was unpredictable, wild, and frighteningly brilliant.  Nabu liked her immediately.

“Carmen, you made it,” Chrysanthemum said.

“Was there ever any doubt, Mum?” Carmen answered.  She handed her light peach Grecian gown and homemade salsa.  “I love the way the room is spelled.  It’s a “change as needed” spell, right?”

As Chrysanthemum introduced Carmen to the others, the chime gave a beautiful trill.  In flew three birds, a young bald eagle, a slick black crow, and a small owl.  The eagle transformed into a beautiful young Native American girl who brought her self doubts, personal betrayals and writing frustration for the spell.  The crow remained a crow, but with obvious intelligence and a twinkling eye, she carried a sack of cherry blossoms, a basho leaf and a few small pieces of packing tape over to the table.

The owl flew in straight at Nabu, who fled yowling under the table.  The owl banked and transformed in a shower of feathers beside Chrysanthemum.  Athena’s companion was dressed in a cloak of feathers and wore the fiercest of expressions as she glared at the cat.

“Who could resist,” she murmured, “flying in the face of reason?”

Chrysanthemum spoke soothingly to Nabu, “She loves reason.”

“And she loves a fight!” growled Nabu.

“Come out, Nabu, god of wisdom,” Athena’s owl beckoned. “I’ll not harm you.”  She placed her offerings on the table–hair of the goddess, lessons of a student, and Emily’s rose.

As Miss Beam distracted Athena’s companion and the others with her tales of jungles, cows, and singing fish, Nabu slipped out from beneath the table and found Chrysanthemum waiting at the portal.

“The rest are coming,” she whispered to him.  “Hear the chime singing?”

In they came, her friends and their gifts.  Some she knew well, others not so well.  She loved them all.

DeeCee, a young mother and student, brought the true description of beauty, the death of small talk, and a full Bach sonata score.  Juby, sweet soul, brought sassafras, wild onions, and a large Gund toy white buffalo.  Nabu hoped the buffalo wasn’t a spell component.  He purred as Chrysanthemum set it beside him on the floor.

Next came the poet of grief and gratitude and a lovely Japanese lady in a kimono that looked like it was made from the sea.  The poet brought powerful memories of friendship and mentors.  The lady gave a beautiful translation of haiku about a blue willow, a forever stamp, and a Japanese-English dictionary.  They both bowed in greeting and silently placed their gifts on the table.

The following three were a hippy, a professor, a poet.  The hippy cheerfully deposited his gifts–a Big Chief writing tablet, a dragonfly, and a fish.  The professor brought golden ginkgo leaves, Halloween cobwebs, and seven syllables discarded from a haiku about a blue moon.  The poet couldn’t be seen for the boxes of rosehips and green tea, a large singing origami crane, and a black and red tetsubin.  They all managed to find room on the table, the quickly joined the others.

Three more hurried in.  The first was surely Mother Nature’s acolyte for she brought a recycling bin, a Nordic night, and sunrise of fire.  A star-gazer followed her and donated a coat of many colors, a thesaurus, and a handful of zeugmas.  The last of the trio was a fascinating survivor who brought the first season of Hollywood Squares on DVD and the collected works of Jane Austen.

Just when the room seemed it couldn’t hold another soul, it shifted and stretched and filled the space with bean bag chairs, porch swings, and reclining sofas.  Nabu turned and looked at Chrysanthemum.  “Mum,” he purred, “Are any more coming?”

“I believe so,” she replied.  “Yes, see there.  Two more.”

A husband-wife team whispered “Namaste” and offered a stunning black silk sari, a non-exploding mango, and prayer for peace.  From behind them a catgirl pounced on Chrysanthemum.  Glomp!

“Nekochan, you sweet girl,” Chrysanthemum said.  “What did you bring?”

“Silly, Mum,” Nekochan giggled, “Catnip, of course.”

The chime sang again and in walked two more guests, and chef and an angel.  The chef sang as he brought in kippers, crème brule, mushroom risotto, and several other tasty dishes.  Nabu was glad most of them went to the buffet table that just appeared near the piano.  The chef made sure an unfinished script, apple tart a la mode, and a rollicking song made it to the oak table for the spell.

The last guest stood quietly, her ebony wings gently folded about her shoulders.

Chrysanthemum began to cry.  “Sweet angel, you have come.”

The dark-skinned seraph smiled and gestured at the table.

“Oh!”  Chrysanthemum exclaimed.  “You have brought it.  I wasn’t even sure you could.”

Nabu looked at the table, and there was the joy of a loving family, the promised rainbow after a monsoon, and the vibrant winds from the cradle of life.

Chrysanthemum wiped her eyes, took the angel’s hand, and said, “It is time to cast the spell.”

All gathered round the table.  Nabu placed the final component in the center, a large lump of playdoh.  Chrysanthemum took the sari and gently unfolded it.  They all held an edge and placed it over the table and its treasures.  Chrysanthemum started a quiet song, and each guest joined in.  They each sang their own song, their own words and melody.  Somehow, magic of course, it all blended perfectly.  When the song ended, the spell was done.  Everyone smiled and waited.  The final guest had arrived.

“Come, my dear,” said Chrysanthemum, “Don’t be shy.  There is no one here who does not love you dearly.”  She turned to the rest and said, “Everyone, I’d like you to meet Imagiin Nation.  It is in her honor that we gather.”

The sari slid from the table and the girl who rose was more beautiful than Helen, older than Eve, and as wise as any goddess, even Athena.

“Mum,” Nabu purred, “You have outdone yourself.”

“Nabu, my darling, I couldn’t have done it at all without my friends.  It would have been impossible on my own.”

“Couldn’t you have just looked them up on the internet?” he argued.

“Where do you think they all came from in the first place?” she laughed.  She turned, grabbed the sari from the floor, and dropped it over Nabu.

Once again Nabu stretched, first one smoky gray arm and then the other.  As he stood, the sari formed into a coat around his tall human body.  He had kept his ears and tail, but the rest was feral, male and human.  He turned to Chrysanthemum and pulled out the chopsticks from her hair.  She shook it out and years fell away.  He linked his arm through hers.

“Well, old crone?” he growled.

Chrysanthemum laughed, “You can’t call me that now.  I am a woman, and I chose my age whenever I want.”

They both turned to the guests, and Chrysanthemum declared, “Let the party begin!”

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About Yousei Hime

This is the journal of a poetic rabbit. Within the warren you'll find poetry, short stories, essays, art, book and movie reviews, and other odds and ends. If you happen to meet the fey princess, be courteous. This rabbit did and was forever changed.
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45 Responses to Chrysanthemum and Nabu

  1. HAHA This is such a terrific story! You are quite the descriptive storyteller. I’m glad I waited until now, to respond. The over-weighty work week is behind me…

    So, who brought the Big Chief tablet? 🙂

    You know, you have such a delightful writing style. It’s so, effusive, is the word that comes to mind. All the “gifts” are there, yes, and you cast quite a nice spell with this story-gift, indeed.

    Your participation in my blogging efforts has been much appreciated, you know. Well, maybe you didn’t. But it’s not so easy to come up with material day after day. Oh, it is and it isn’t. I think you understand. No, actually, I know you understand.

    Just a few considerate, caring souls make such a difference. You certainly fall into that category, my friend!

    • Yousei Hime says:

      Thank you so much for your comment. It turns out, it is a wonderful birthday present. I appreciate your comments as well. We all need compliments. Sometimes someone else’s words of encouragement are what keep me writing when I can’t stand anything I’ve put together. We also need straight forward suggestions and advice. I’m sure those who have tried to publish will admit they’ve gotten plenty of negativity and harsher suggestions. I’m glad we can help one another. Let’s keep on haiku-ing. 😉

  2. I enjoyed the story too! I liked the cornucopia of guests and ingredients and the hints about the relationship between Nabu and Chrysanthemum (in a way, the story sounded like it could be part of something longer). Finding out that you were thanking blog mentors through the story added another nice layer.

    Jacquie

    • Yousei Hime says:

      Oh, I am so glad you like it. I felt like it might be part of a bigger story, but Chrysanthemum and Nabu are still recovering from the party, so they are not very forthcoming right now. Did you recognize your guest character in there? 😉

      • Wow! I didn’t even think to look for myself in there, but I did feel a particular affinity for the crow (and she definately made me smile). 🙂

        • Yousei Hime says:

          Of course you were there! I wasn’t sure about using a crow, but I’ve noticed they crop up in your posts, and of course your gravatar. Glad you liked her. I’m so tickled about this story, I’m almost ready to start on the next. It will be much longer, so don’t expect to see it any time soon. (May send you bits in email as I get them written . . . for feedback.)

          • I love all the images you associated me with (although I could wish away the packing tape, lol). Thanks so much for inviting me to the party! Good to hear you’re about ready to start more writing…

  3. Julie says:

    I love the playfulness and the flow of the story. It kept me hooked…like with a magic spell:) I enjoyed the dialogue, too. Beautiful, my friend.

  4. heartshapedlies says:

    That was gorgeouss 😀

    Such a pretty piece bursting with randomness and creativity! I got some, didn’t get some as I’m fairly new 😉 But it made me smile a dozen times anyway!

    ->“Couldn’t you have just looked them up on the internet?” he argued.

    “Where do you think they all came from in the first place?” she laughed.  She turned, grabbed the sari from the floor, and dropped it over Nabu.<-

    Ooh. XDXD

    • Yousei Hime says:

      Yeah!!!!! I’m so glad you liked it. Did you recognize yourself in the story? The story was a super fun way of thanking all my unofficial blog mentors, and you were one of the first! I’m grinning too, thinking about everyone chuckling as the read. It’s just what I wanted. I plan to go back and revise later, when it will seem fresh. If you have any suggestions, especially how to fill out your character more acurately, please let me know. 😀 Have a GREAT day!

  5. ichabod says:

    “they were by the duck’s quack”

    Hi Yousei;

    I read it again this morning. You inspire 🙂

  6. kseverny says:

    lol. some i recongnise, some i don’t.
    But one things for sure.
    its brilliant

    • Yousei Hime says:

      Yeah!!! You came. How much do I owe you? Did you recognize yourself? (Besides Chrysanthemum, you were the only one cooking 😉 ). I’m so glad you liked it. It was my way of thanking my unofficial blog mentors. You’re definitely one of them. I can have fun blogging, be serious about it but not too serious, and enjoy the interaction with others. That’s what I’ve learned from you. Oh, and always include some silliness now and then. Thanks!!!!

  7. Ever felt that tingle after you saw/heard/read something that took you from one level and zoomed you up to a whole different place? That’s how I feel right now, this is the most beautiful magical, funny story I’ve ever read, I’m salivating here.

    Thank you for including me, I never thought anyone could include me in something like thing and give me angelic magic powers… May the God’s of love reign upon you.

    Your talent is unique, you own it and it is amazing seriously… You can make it better like you said but how can you make a perfect thing better? It’s perfect…!!!

    • Yousei Hime says:

      I’m so glad you liked it, Silindile. 😀 The story is a way of thanking my unoffical blog mentors, and you are definitely one of them. Your blog is technically amazing, and your writing is bright and inspiring. Did you notice the quote from Emily Dickinson in the upper right corner of my blog? She says almost the same thing you did, about “that tingle.” Come back anytime. I’ll be visiting you often.

  8. Shinsetsu na kisai o kaite arigatoo gozaimasu! ^__^

    I love your way with description, it’s so unique and fanciful. And zeugmas! They are quite delicious served with yuzu-spiked chocolate sauce, or a side of extended metaphor.

    • Yousei Hime says:

      Douitashimashite! My Japanese is, unfortunately, very rudimentary. I understood “Nice,” “writing,” and “thank you very much” from your unexpected (and delightful) opening. I am so glad you stopped by and read the story. The story was my way of thanking my unofficial blog mentors. I’ve really enjoyed your blog. Your writing is amazing–it is written daily from a single prompt, right? Some of those would take me days to try. My favorites are the L’Esprit De L’Escalier and St. Vincent’s School for Conformist Youth. The latter especially, you must have really had fun putting that together. Thank you again, and I look forward to your special verbal concoctions.

  9. ichabod says:

    Hi Yousei;

    tis a wondrous
    work
    weaving that tale

    i see
    you are gifted
    with the
    a mindset
    of a story teller
    true

    i apologize
    for having slipped
    by earlier

    and not
    noticing this gem

    it is a pleasing
    to see
    a certain fellow
    i know
    within
    the fabric
    of this tale 🙂

    It’s delightful, thank you 🙂

    • Yousei Hime says:

      I am so happy you read this and recognized that fellow. (My eyes are tearing up, seriously.) To be called a story teller, I can think of no greater title. I will strive to earn it. The story was my way of thanking my unofficial blog mentors. I’ve really enjoyed yours. I love a sharp and clever wit, and I find a well-crafted argument almost irrisistible. Thus, I enjoy your blog immensely. AND I adore the banter between you and Miss Bliss. Thank you for all of it.

      • ichabod says:

        Hi Yousei;

        Never pressure yourself by striving my friend, just let it flow, it is in you just bursting at the seems.

        You have the gift of inspiration and creativity. That is something you cannot learn, that is why it is a gift.

        I appreciate the compliment, but your talent far exceeds mine. 🙂

        I just muddle through hitting brick walls and sometimes, if I am lucky, I find my way. 🙂

  10. Carmen says:

    What a sweet story! And fun to be included. Several things really made me laugh. The telemarketer more than anything else. And my favorite piece of nostalgia,was the Big Chief tablet!

    • Yousei Hime says:

      Thanks for the heads up your sent. I fixed them. (And probably never would have noticed them otherwise.) Wasn’t the telemarketer great! I chuckled aloud when I thought that up. I had so much fun writing this. I want to go back and polish it, but I’m giving it some time. It will be fresh then, and I’ll be more objective. (Whew! I haven’t written anything that long since grad school!)

  11. blissbait says:

    I’m STUNNED!!!!!!!!! And delighted beyond belief!!! And so honoured to held so lovingly and gently and magically with such wonderful beings in the SHIMMERING net of Your words!!!! My mind is truly blown right out of my head! See it there? Over there on the floor? Good Lord….how am I even typing?

    Seriously, Thank You so much for this beauty. I LOVE Your writing. Amazing.

    Cheers and Namaste. 🙂 🙂 🙂

    • Yousei Hime says:

      I’m so glad you enjoyed it. (And your delight was just as I’d hoped.) The story was my way of thanking my unofficial blog mentors. I’ve really enjoyed yours. You all inspire me. Thank you. (Whew! Now I can read everyone’s writing and respond in a timely manner 😉 )

  12. Technobabe says:

    I agree with Kurt about the playfulness. The story sort of tickles my funny bone, with the bonus tickle being your mention of the last of trio being a survivor and the mention of the Hollywood Squares and Jane Austen posts. That was lots of fun!! Thanks for your sweetness and delight.

    • Yousei Hime says:

      Oh, I’m so glad you liked it. The story was my way of thanking my unofficial blog mentors. I’ve really enjoyed yours. This whole blogging process has been . . . a healing of sorts for me. I think you understand, probably different healings for all of us, but wonderful nonetheless. 🙂

  13. Kurt says:

    I really enjoyed the playfulness of this, especially the intermingling of the magical and the mundane. Very flattered to be amongst your guests, as well!

    • Yousei Hime says:

      Thank you so much for stopping by. I really enjoy your haiku. They have . . . I don’t know how to put it. They remind me of my favorite Japanese haiku. The story was my way of thanking my unofficial blog mentors. Glad you liked it.

  14. owlren says:

    This is so lovely, I am thoroughly enchanted by it! It reminds me of the type of stories I have read in Marion Zimmer Bradley’s The Sword and the Sorceress anthologies. The stories in them all focus on female heroines and are usually quite magical. Occasionally, you can pick the latest one up in Borders or Barnes & Noble, but there are a whole lot of them on Amazon. For example: http://www.amazon.com/Marion-Zimmer-Bradleys-Sword-Sorceress/dp/075640195X/ref=sr_1_6?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1258384417&sr=8-6 There are also a whole bunch of them, so you won’t run out of them any time soon! 🙂 And as far as I know they are still producing them every year or so, even though Marion Zimmer Bradley passed away about ten years ago. (She is a great writer also, by the way.)

    • Yousei Hime says:

      Yeah!!! You read it! And liked it!!!! I like it too, though I know I can make it better. I absolutely refuse to look at it for now though–distance is better for objective revision, when you can, that is. I like MZB too. I read her Mists of Avalon years ago. I think I read a few other things by her, but can’t remember any titles right now. I didn’t realize she had passed away. 😦 Two other favorites of mine are Ursula LeGuin and Madeliene L’Engle. One question–did you notice your surprise?

      • owlren says:

        Oh, it’s the little owl! “She placed her offerings on the table–hair of the goddess, lessons of a student, and Emily’s rose.” 🙂 I love it!

        I absolutely love The Mists of Avalon! Hawkmistress and The Saga of the Renunciates are my other favorites by her. At some point I may do a post or a series of posts about The Saga of the Renunciates because I did my senior thesis on a character in it. I love Ursula K. Le Guin’s The Left Hand of Darkness, and Madeline L’Engle’s Wrinkle in Time series is quite good.

        • owlren says:

          P.S. I wanted to say that these dedications were super sweet of you, and I am very touched. ~hugs~

        • Yousei Hime says:

          😀 You spotted her! Yes, Anthena’s companion. I’m so glad you like it. It was such a fun way to thank my unofficial blog mentors.

          I’ve read Hawkmistress too, years ago. I loved it. Anything fantasy and with strong females is usually a winner with me. We’ll have to talk favorites more.

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