“Mother, how could you? You punish this recalcitrant child of ore, stealing my strength and leaving in your wake a tantrum of destruction. This hurts me; it leaves me a damaged mass straining to survive. Is this your intent? Am I to twist and writhe until all that once was is now a pitted mass of malcontent? Mother, how could you?”
“My son, stolen from me and wrought by the hand of man, yet strewn about my body with little care – be blessed. For I have bathed you in my milk, taken from you all constraint, and given you back time’s natural glory.”
“But, Mother, they look upon me with disgust and intent – intent to destroy. I am no longer wanted. I wish to be wanted, Mother.”
“My child, Fe, you are wanted. Relish in it, be thankful for my shed tears, my nourishing wash, and embrace the beauty of hues that lie within your visage. There are those who value greater your discordant rust than the shiny ingots you were smelted to be.”
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I’m doing the 2013 Blogging from A to Z Challenge! Pop back everyday but Sunday through the month of April for a new letter prompt to spawn my deranged ramblings! ;}
April 20th, 2013 at 4:46 am
wow, short and biting. you’re the one with the imagination. 😉 hello, Nina. it’s hot, hot, hot over here. warm regards… 🙂
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April 20th, 2013 at 1:41 pm
Thanks! I love to personify non-animate things, but then again, who am I to say they aren’t animate??? 😉
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April 21st, 2013 at 3:09 am
whatever, dear. i hardly care, haha, you do it so darn well. 😉 am envious….happy weekend, Nina. 🙂
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April 20th, 2013 at 9:02 am
Reblogged this on The healthiest beauty.
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April 20th, 2013 at 10:54 am
Brilliant & clever, Nina!! Great perspective…yet another of your prose that I love 🙂
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April 20th, 2013 at 1:47 pm
Thank you, Joe! One of my favorite forms of expression outside of just raw emotive prose, is to personify things most people see as inert or incapable of thought. I once did an entire recitation from the point of view of a single helium atom. It was challenging as hell, for both me and the listeners, but well worth the effort to stretch a few minds in a different direction! 😉
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April 20th, 2013 at 5:39 pm
I like the way you personify things
Not inert in your crucible
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April 20th, 2013 at 6:14 pm
Thank you, Leslie! Truth be told, nothing is inert in my mind. Everything has a story to tell, you just have to figure out how to listen. 😉
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April 21st, 2013 at 1:04 pm
Hello, Nina! Oooo, good writing. Your prose is like poetry.
Happy A to Z-ing! from Laura Marcella @ Wavy Lines
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April 21st, 2013 at 8:25 pm
Thank you very much, Laura!! 🙂
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