The Primrose Portfolio

Thistleeden, the story
I am writing a story based on the lyric Thistleeden. Expect Dunsanian fantasy.

"...And about it in a wide ring lay Beel-wa-Zouth the New District, though it is as old as song. Many shades of pink is Beel-wa-Zouth, and pale blue and yellow, and in some places pale orange, and here and there buildings tiled bright red or turquoise jut amongst their pastel neighbors, so to one who beholds the district from a nearby hill, the noon sun shines on it like to a cliff of pink chalk studded with quartz, but at sunset Beel-wa-Zouth appears to deepen to a roseate glow and its silhouette is lost amidst the red sky. Over the district peer minarets adorned with mosaics of rolling waves tessellated one in the other, or clusters of nautilus, or fish scales, and the flagstone streets are set with flat shells and lined with grids of pearls, and the scalloped plazas are of pink marble veined with blue, watched over by hoary bronze sculptures of horse-headed fish standing on their tails and five-pointed stars, green with patina..."

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