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All of you

Apple_Blossoms

So vibrantly beautiful, so refreshingly fragrant; so undeniably dead.

You’ve shown your beauty, shared your magnificence; the cost – all of you.

 



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Shallow Drifting

Shallow drifting on purple dreams, sliding into darker shadows. My hair spread about me like a crown floating on the water. Your eyes glittering in the moonlight. My hand caresses, you nuzzle my shimmering wings. Warmth, loving, caring; the sweetness tinges our midnight breeze.

Your gaze steady, hand gently pressing upon my throat. Wavering visions of you, tears falling in silence. A final sigh. My hair spread about me like a crown. Your eyes now glistening in the moonlight.

Shallow drifting on purple dreams, sliding into darker shadows.

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The Morning After

(the continuation of Fjord)

The jarl descends to the water’s edge to await the triumphant return of his sons as he does each morning. This morning, as he approaches the icy depths, he spies their craft, though not in the manner in which he hopes.

Standing at the shoreline amidst the wreckage, he waits. It is not long before the wife of each man who boarded the vessel is standing beside him. Among the splintered wooden remains of the ship, treasures of gold and jewels manage to glisten in the cool morning mist.

He tells them not to mourn; those who set sail would have been victorious in battle for the vessel to have been laden with such riches. Viking women do not wail for their men who have been lost to the sea. When a youth reaches forward to pick up a trinket, the jarl’s booming voice echoes back from the walls of the narrow passageway.

“No!”

Turning to his people, he instructs that no one is to touch the plunder. The fjord will take what it will with the lapping tide; the rest remains as tribute to be called upon as the gods see fit.

That night, the jarl prays that his sons died well, and now sit in the halls among the warriors who have gone before them. They were good strong men, of this he is certain. What fate may have brought their ruined craft to this shore, he does not know; he knows only that the light of the following day will bring him the answer he seeks.

Upon waking, the jarl makes his way to the fjord’s rocky shore once again. What he finds sickens his heart. The wood of the wreckage has been claimed by the water, in its place, the flesh and bones of all but one man have been spit upon the shore and left to rot. His spirit rejoices that he is unable to  find his eldest son, and crumbles when he sees the other among the mangled and broken corpses. He did not die a good death, this younger son.

A Sea-Eagle soars overhead, screeching out a final anguished cry before its soul joins the ranks of those who departed this world with courage and honor.

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Languishing

Languishing in a field of lavender, lying upon my back, I stare at a clear cerulean sky. I think of you. I think of all we have done, the things we have not. I think of all you have brought to my life, what I have taken from yours, all that has passed between us. I remember moments of laughter, tears of joy, those of pain as well. Moments of unimaginable bliss, happiness never deserved, yet found – shared – cherished.

Languishing in a field of lavender, lying upon my back, I watch the gnats buzz, the bees flit about, the curious flies that have begun to swarm. The sky is still, the field quiet, the echoes of sound only in my mind. I hear the remembered rustling as you walked away, your hesitation, your mournful cry. So brave, so kind, my understanding savior. I know it was a world of anguish for you to do this, but it was the only choice.

Languishing in a field of lavender, lying upon my back, my chest no longer heaves, my blood no longer seeps, a calm serenity has taken over my thoughts. A white cloud drifts by on my cerulean sky, a dog sniffs my hand. No, not yet. Let me watch the sky a little longer – just until my eyes cloud over…

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Just

Skipping, hopping, feet three-stroke flopping. Tail guiding, hands reaching, eyes darting – never stopping.

Deftly left, back right again, charge on my little friend!

Day is not safe, but you cannot cross at night; so this journey you must make, regardless of its plight.

Shall it be life or death? The bird of prey watches, daily you two dance, as to the air he launches.

Run faster from bubble to bubble, overhead is feathered trouble!

A quick burst of energy will bring you to shore, and you shall be basilisk for at least one day more.

Just a bit too late, to make it across, Jesus Christ Lizard – your life is now lost!

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Apathy

Sitting before you, watching your fluids drain slowly into the thirsty dirt below, I feel nothing. You twitch in pain; agony the mate of your very soul. Once you were all that mattered to me. Once you were the light in my sky, the air I breathed, the blood I bled; now you are nothing. To scoff is beyond me, I have not enough emotion in my chilled heart to bear you ill will. Your fall, the fall of all before my eyes, has left me nothing but a hollow shell. No echo of crashing waves, no wondrous Alabaster beauty, just jagged shards remain to rend and tear the soles of those unfortunate enough to tread where I now lie. Yes, a lie – one that stole my humanity and brought me to your side on this dark night, moonlight glinting off the dagger in my hand. Staring into your dazed eyes, indifference is all I feel. Apathy is all my abandoned faith will allow me to embrace as I watch the final breath expel from your body.

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