Then and Now...
Then:
The darkness cloaked her as she peeled off her second skin, exposing heart and flesh. The mirror blinked, taken aback. Her fingers fluttered around the scarred skin of her stomach. She looked carefully, leaning forward into the mirror staring into it; time had woven a web around her eyes. The room clouded up as desperation trickled down in a black streak from the corner of her kohl-lined eye. She blinked back and stretched and then curled like a rag doll on the bed as she sought relief. Monochromatic memories un-spooled in a scratchy film and sweat poured as she rose and fell buffeted around by waves of pain and pleasure. Eyes squeezed shut and hands balled into fists as she flashed-back to an endless parting. A Bergman movie in the making. Brutal loss.
Now:
She sits still. Like the glass lake she is watching. A blanket of contentment, still fragile but slowly growing, cocoons her. She nurtures it zealously, no passion winds are going to blow it away anymore, no carnivorous cravings are going to claw it away. She is determined. She glances up at the sky, a formation of geese is flying towards the horizon, slowly dissolving into oblivion. She gets up from the bench walking away; the squirrels are still racing after her for peanuts, but she shows them the empty bag and its almost as if they understand. Sombre fir trees stand in the prayerful solitude of church spires against the wintry sky. She looks up at a lone solitary star and smiles at its fragile brightness.
Her eyes are bright uncut diamonds and the mirror smiles back, a full silhouette of satisfaction. A discovering of simple comfortable uncomplicated love lighting up lives. A blessing.
24 Comments:
sighhh...melancholic melody of a heavy heart becoming light..in a manner not meant to be..yet..the destination is same-peace!
somehow this blog fits ur blog name..evocative and affecting!
Your ending is unmatched by anything I've read about making peace with one's self in this world for some time.
The picture of her connecting with the star's light is illuminating, physically, metaphorically, and spiritually.
Pins, bless this peace always.
like parting the veil of consciousness to see sun! moving and ethereal like only you could pull off, sweetie.
"She gets up from the bench walking away; the squirrels are still racing after her for peanuts, but she shows them the empty bag and its almost as if they understand."
pin, i love this moment. when i was an undergrad, ath the school i attended, the squirells were bold because people fed them all the time, and they would follow you if you had food until you either showed them you had eaten it all or gave them some.
squirlly little guys.
Pinchush,
Among the things I like in this is the sense of multiple framings -- mirror, room, bench . . .
a credible flight of imagination.
bests,
d.i.
Hi from Australia
You have a lovely style of writing- found you through womenbloggers, will come back.
i just loved your last lines,"A discovering of simple comfortable uncomplicated love lighting up lives. A blessing...."
the transiton is well written and beautifully expressed
Jo
:)
what beautiful writing.....
"She sits still. Like the glass lake she is watching"
this is amazing. i can sense the peace that is overcoming her as she is seated at the bench. beautiful imagery.
eerie sort of...but good, all the same!
Beautiful Madame butterfly
Rama-Yes..u r so right, ultimately PEACE is what we all need! Thank u for the beautiful comment!
Mermaid-I feel so honoured by your words! I'm just struggling with words, life and peace..just ur everyday person :)and may peace be with you!
Trans-Thank you for saying these wonderful things! :))
Silvemoon-Awww..i'm so sorry to hear about your daughter! I do hope she gets well soon.thank you for the email id, I too have been a tad busy and not so active on the blog! Hope things get well soon..huggs!
Blog this-Ahhhh yes! There are these ponds near my house surrounded by trees peopled with all these greedy squirrels! The entire scene has been written based on those surroundings, which i walk through all the time. Glad you could identify with it :))
David-Ahhh the photographer in you, spotted the framings right away :)..and the flight of imagination was based very much in reality! Thank you for the comment :)
rn-Welcome aboard! Thank you for your kind words and glad that you enjoyed my writing..finally someone from 'womenbloggers'! I do hope to see you often and I shall surely visit you! :))
Lorena-Yes, my secret place whenever I crave for that elusive thing..peace! Oooooops 'her' I meant! lol! Thanks :))
Shubhodeep-Yep, its eerie alright, hence the 'Bergman' reference! :))
Sue-Ahhh, always wanted to see it, missed it last year when it came to London! I feel honoured that you should be reminded of it! Thanks :)
i feel like someone who enters a room and see's a curtain drawn across a window and having pulled back the curtain lets a stream of morning light flood in filling the room with a heavenly bright light.
wonderous pins. and beautiful too.
Wouldn't it be lovely to go into a cucoon and come out all refreshed and more beautiful
Awesome reading this! :)
Beautifully descriptive.
I love Dr. Zhivago. Yes, this does sound like a Bergman movie in the making.
You post rarely... but with such style! :)
seriously, good stuff...
Hmm...
it would taste better with some favor beans and a fine Chianti...
Hi pins! We do all spend some time coming to grips with ourselves, don't we? I agree that the conclusion to this (as well as the whole piece) was lovely. I particularly enjoyed some of the brilliant and very poetic images you used.
Been waiting for an update from you for a while...hope all's well! Cheers!
happy Birthday pins, been out of touch recently , hope I'm not too far off the exact date..and hope you're having / had a great time.
This piece has a beautiful flow to it.. prose poetry if I could call it that.. wonderful control and metaphors..loved it
cheers
z
Hope you are well, are you having some cucoon(can't spell that)time, will you emerge with beautifully painted wings?
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