A Fable

Just some mid afternoon inspiration I wanted to jot down. This is the beginning of a short story I plan to continue with, which will be a metaphor about mental illness.

Temperate beams sliced through the dense canopy. The unsettled dust, saturated with the musty aroma of dew and lichen, shimmered brilliantly in the morning sun. Among the branches, wound between the leaves as if captured by a large arborial spider, slept the delicate form of a lovely woman. Long strands of dark silken hair danced in the faint breeze and tickled the pinked cheeks, pointed button nose and rose petal lips. Beyond their pale, thickly lashed lids her eyes swayed gently over an invented landscape, unseen by the rest of the waking wood.

Author's Note

I feel unsure about the flow from the first line to the second.

Reviews

[78Jon]

It's ok. Very descriptive. Sounds like a jungle. Maybe Tarzan is coming to hookup with Jane?