You know that there are times when it’d be so great to be able to change shape and somehow make situations come out differently. Here are a few ideas of mine as to when might work out well:
1/ When I’m walking by the river and a heron takes flight, I’d like to try that out. I’d like to shapeshift into a great big bird – a heron or a swan – and fly along with him. I’d like to feel the wind in my feathers and see how the world looks from up there.
2/ Are you tormented by specific makes of car? For me, it’s silver Intrepids driven by people who, well, aren’t intrepid. (My DH insists that there’s an army of taupe Camry’s out there, just lurking for their chance to cut him off and drive slowly.) When that silver Intrepid cuts in for the third time, I’d love to be able to shift into a dragon – a dragon big enough to eat that car in one bite, chew it to nothing and spit out the ignition key.
3/ When something I’ve done is coming back to haunt me, (yikes!) I’d love to be able to shift into a little newt. I’d go hide under a rock in the garden until the tempest is passed.
4/ When people begin to have an interesting discussion at a party (flirting or arguing – either will intrigue) then disappear into a corner to continue their talk, I’d love to be able to shift into a fly on the wall. That way I could hear the good bits without anyone knowing I was there.
5/ When the doorbell rings and dear Aunt Tilly arrives for the second time in a month with her peekapoo in tow, I’d love to shape shift into a mouse and slip under the hall clock until she moves on to the next relative/victim. (Note that I don’t actually have an Aunt Tilly, but I like the name and it makes a good placeholder for that one houseguest we really don’t want to host again, for whatever reason. Your “Aunt Tilly” might empty the wine cellar or drain the hot water tank or leave her dirty teacups everywhere. Mine, well, if she wasn’t an irritating guest, there’d be no need to pretend I wasn’t home, or to call her an “Aunt Tilly”.)
6/ When my thistle “collection” is being difficult to manage (that’s pretty much every year – it’s actually an infestation but I’m trying to look at it more positively) I’d like to shapeshift into some kind of beetle with jaws of death. Then I’d dig into the earth and destroy the roots of those thistles for once and for all. Ha.
7/ When moths take up residence in my knitting wool stash, I’d like to shapeshift into something that eats moths – except I’m not sure that anything does. Any ideas?
8/ When I lose something – invariably a single earring when I like the pair a lot – I’d love to shape shift into a big she-wolf. With that incredibly sensitive sense of smell, I’d stalk through the neighbourhood, retrace my steps and find my lost whatever in a jiffy.
9/ I love the sound of the sea. When I walk by the ocean and the waves are rolling, the surf is pounding and the wind is blowing, I’d love to shape shift into a mermaid and leap into the waves. I’d like to check out coral reefs and fancy fish, swim and play and explore. A day at the beach without sunscreen would be a fun thing!
10/ One of my favourite medieval stories is that of Melusine. Whenever I read that story – the medieval French version or my version – or think about it, I’d like to change into a lamia like Melusine. Just because.
A lamia, just FYI, is a woman who is half snake – that would be from the waist down. Melusine’s story is intriguing because it’s an early romance – she has a big secret in that she makes this change weekly. She tries to hide it from her human husband, without success. My novella “An Elegy for Melusine” is part of the anthology TO WEAVE A WEB OF MAGIC.
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So, how about you? When would you like to be a shapeshifter and why?
posted by Deborah Cooke