The Creation of Narnia

Flat.
Flat as an undisturbed pool.
And white.

Then the music begins.

With the deepest tones, wet ebony seeps through the canvas.
The ink spreads its fingers outward, soaking every inch of white with hues of garnet.
Bulges appear across the surface, all different sizes, like the bumpy skin of an orange.
Music swells and the bulges burst, releasing rich, aromatic oils.
From the oils rise stalks – all the same at first, but gradually varying in colour and size.

One stalk, deep amber, grows above all the rest, the top beginning to splinter.
A flash, and a golden orb is placed above the growing stalk.

As warmth spreads over the ground, the splinters reach out and up.

Hundreds of fingers, still emerging from the stalk, sprout green blades.
With the highest notes, branches still and foliage expands, wave upon wave.

A symphony surges as the quivering amber and garnet mature.
At seemingly random curves, blushing ivory petals with cream stamens become visible.
They gracefully adorn the tawny limbs, for a time, until an instrumental climax.
Then the blossoms fall, one by one, replaced by the growth of deep mauve plums –
Plums so rich that the juices bleed through the skins and drip onto the abundant grasses.

The music ends.

And vibrantly hued.
Transformed by the music of time.
Transformed.

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Inspired by C.S. Lewis’ classic “The Magician’s Nephew.”