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They say fairies can bottle moonbeams and store them away. They bring them out in the spring when mating time rolls around, and as fairies don’t have such a great libido the moon beams are used to rub into all the important bits that will give rise, no pun intended, a little while later, to lots of new fairies.
Some groups worship the moon believing it possesses an energy that can give them great power, so they hold rituals at the full moon and dance naked around large fires believing the moon will come forth and make them supermen/women.
Miss Marble, the resident witch at No 46 Grimace Street, didn’t believe any of that.
“Stuff and nonsense,” she’d say at any such suggestion. The moon she’d say was there for a purpose and her Granny, the legendary witch, Amelia, ‘Pigseye’ Marble has learned how to harness the moon and what it was useful for which according to our Miss Marble was not a great deal.
“It controls the tides,” she’d say, “and that if you think about it is a full-time job what with global warming and all that. Rising sea levels the moon has to deal with and with all that extra water it’s got to go somewhere doesn’t it.”
Miss Marble got all melancholic on nights of the full moon.
One night she came out onto the veranda and sat down with a what looked like a jar of dirt.
“Moon dust,” she said setting it down between us.
“Real moon dust?” I asked incredulously.
“Of course, you think I’d have fake moon dust?” She sounded quite insulted at my question, so I acquiesced and settled back to wait for her inevitable tale.
“Granny passed it on to me, and I’ve kept it sealed up all these years.” She then put her hand on the lid to make sure it was still on tight.
“What’s it do?” I asked in complete wonder.
“Rights wrongs,” she said her gaze now fully on the jar.
“That must be a good thing then.”
“Depends on what wrong it thinks it is righting. It’s not the most judicious of substances moon dust. You have to be careful with it. It can right a wrong that turns out was a right in the first place and vice versa. Things can get hairy with this stuff, and I don’t like to use it as I can’t trust it. Has a mind of its own.”
“Why have you brought it out now?”
“It’s the full moon you see. The dust likes the beams, they do things like settle it down. Sometimes moon dust can get a little jumpy and then it might fall from the shelf, and there’d be chaos from breakfast to supper time. And it’s not something you could vacuum up either. Confining it inside a vacuum cleaner is like igniting a bomb. Never a pretty sight.”
So, the jar sat there and every so often Miss Marble would turn it allowing another side of the container to face the moon.
I did find it fascinating doubly so as I watched the dust swirling inside the jar and every so often Miss Marble would put her hand on it as I swear the sides would bulge from the force inside.
A little later she took the jar away figuring it had had enough moonlight for one night and went off to make us a cup of tea.
Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2017/04/20/tale-weaver-116-the-moon/
Morpethroad 
Ah Miss Marble, I missed her. Mad as a moonbeam maybe, or after this tale, moon dust 🙂
Hello Juls, lovely you could stop by, Miss Marble is happy you called in, I’m sure you’d find a use for the moon dust??
Perhaps, but would I use it for good or evil, that is the question. I’d be the eejit who just as she said would right rights that were never wrong lol
Its the risk you run Juls….moon dust could make you the woman you want to be or bring you undone and leave you a jabbering wreck…but then you are already righted aren’t you?
Lol oh no, most days I still flirt with jabbering wreck!
Don’t we all…lol…
Oh that was quite a luna-tic tale! (did you see how clever i was trying to fit in the term lunar? 😛 lol) i really liked this one…maybe you should continue it…i don’t like the suspense of what’s really inside the jar!!!
Its moon dust..lol..oh and very clever of you with the luna bit….I think you’d like Miss Marble, there are a few stories on my blog about her….
is it? i’d better head there and give her a ‘ello! i know it’s moon dust but the mischievous kid in me wants to open the lid, shake things out and know what happens once the force is released. i want some crazy story about how the vacuum cleaner swallowed it up but couldnt keep it down…or something! sounds like the faraway tree stories of Enid Blyton. my faves.
That’s a good idea…what might happen if the moon dust gets out…I shall ponder upon such a dilemma…
may I join in your musings on the matter and see if I can create sufficient mischief?
Please do..
I have absolutely no idea how to comment on your Miss Marbles sections so leaving one here….they are amazing! I like the deceptively simple sleepy town that you have painted and the sweet old witch lady who rules it. the stories were delightful and I might simplify it a little and tell them to my 4 yr old. I think he will enjoy it as much as I did!
Let me know what he thinks…and thank you for the lovely response to them…..she is a lot of fun to write about as are my angels…
Another wonderful Miss Marble tale, Michael. Slightly loony…make that eccentric…she might be, but we love her 🙂
you are so right Lyn, yes we do love her….thanks for stopping by….
Nice to see Miss Marble again. I had a little chuckle at the fairy libido being enhanced by moonbeams! I love the idea of moon dust righting wrongs – we need plenty of it at the moment!
Yes it could come in handy couldn’t it….thanks Kim hope you are doing well..
I do love this!
Such a delightful character you have here! Wonderful.
Thank you so much, she gives me a lot of fun when I write about her…
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What a wonderful story! Now I want my own jar of moon dust. 😊
I’m not sure you would…lol….it’s volatile stuff…..even Miss Marble is wary of it….
Maybe just a pinch then. 😊
I’ll see what I can do….lol…..
Thanks, Michael, and I promise to be careful with it. 🙂
If I hear of chaos over your way I’ll know you got too adventurous…😁
Lol…if you see a bring light in the Southern sky, you’ll know something went wrong.
I’ll stay alert, hope you are doing well these days…
I am…had a nice long rest and am back for however long it lasts.
I hope life is treating you well…
I’m doing ok, one step at a time….
That’s good to hear. 😊
I love your Ms. Marble story on this prompt particularly her wisdom on ‘righting wrongs’ which can turn out to be Rights. It’s not so simple as moon dust I guess.
Thanks for stopping by Mandi….Miss Marble never ceases to amaze me I have to say..
I am always fully engaged when I enjoy your Ms. Marble stories.
Thank you for sharing them.
Thanks Jules for your lovely comment..