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Who Are You?

little_boy_blueLittle boy who blew away on the wind… Your name forgotten to time.

Now you are only a broken remnant on a hill with a beautiful, graceful, cherubic face.

Who were you?… When were you?… Why has no one noticed you are not in your rightful place?

I shall remember you, I shall mourn you, I shall grieve your wounded flesh, and all shall be as it should.

For now you are Little Boy Blue, who blew away on a wind that wraps around me in a chill gust, settling to my shoulders the way your ill fitting gown lies upon your own.


Little Boy Blue can be visited at the Oak Hill Cemetery in Nyack, NY. He does not rest on a grave, but sits on a hill among other broken remnants of monuments from the past. The cemetery no longer knows where the statuary originated, but they do it justice by honoring this lost memory by not burying it as landfill – which all too often happens.

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Vapor

A thick mist crawls over the ground where I tread ever so lightly. I leave no mark of my passing, only a swirl in the cool thick air around  my bare naked ankles. My feet tickle across the dew covered grass, a Waltz awaits me. Many the partner eagerly lined up, waiting patiently. I spin and I twirl, tattered hem fluttering. I stir the air, mist moving through it, and find joy in chasing the wisps only to have them drift away.

As I move through my everland of darkness and dreams, all things – my wants, my realities. My Prince, he waits for me there, in the clearing. He brings me flowers and ribbons, and sings of sweet things. He bids me sit upon his knee, and wipes the smudge of dirt from my feet before stealing my heart with a kiss.

I rise and twirl with laughter, my locks floating like gulls caught on a salted breeze. It feels as though I have been here for ages, dancing amongst my many friends. I lay a hand upon each in greeting as I pass them by, but the sun is soon to rise and mist shall turn to vapor.

It seems this night’s dance has come to an end.

© Copyright 2013 Nina D’Arcangela. All Rights Reserved.


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! ;}

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