She buried love as if treasure. Quietly, gently, knowing all too well, its cost.
Drop your sufferings, one by one
Spent petals from late summer’s bloom.
Watch, as the cloud of witness opens to reveal light.
Let words shatter time and space.
Our arms wrap you in the dark, rock you through the stormy sea.
For you are ours, sweet darling
Pull the arrow from your heart.
~ adapted from a line spoken by Alice Walker
Our stars crossed long before we met. From faraway I’d heard her heart beating, felt her skin on mine. Anna Bellerose. Every breeze and twig snap had me turn.
“Two souls tangled in time,” the townsfolk said. Others murmured, “Damned” and spit upon the ground.
A single thread entwined our destiny. Controlled on a loom, the silk was measured and cut by the three Fates: Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos.
Goddesses. At night, they stood in the heart of the forest, long robes lit by moonlight. Hands held, they circled and sang. Silvery notes chorused heavenward. Even the stars winked back.
In one moment, three women had proclaimed eternal law, a steel trust that sealed our submission. The stories of two lives were to play out without obstruction. Their magic art would drag me across territories, to leave me standing on a snow covered doorstep.
“Old souls,” the keeper said, as he led me to a darkened room.
Anna stood beneath a broken chandelier, trapped in the shadow of a single memory. Her face, a moon in a well to wish upon, her crooked crown, from a fairytale. On a table lay an open book.
I knew the tale. Spoken words locked in time had already pinned me to the page.
She turned to me.
I met her with a smile.
“I am a woman but no angel.
Angels don’t exist,” she said.
Would you find me in the dark as I’d find you?
You are the flame
That lit a bonfire
Within my soul.
~ Say It
dropping into another scene~
Roy’s arms reached for her and he whispered to no one. They existed in two worlds. A pane of glass separated him from his reality and Ella. A Sarah Vaughn song lulled his thoughts: ‘Lover Man.’
Meanwhile life went on. He knew this truth. The kids needed new shoes, Jacqueline nagged about a leaking tap, and the garage waited for paint.
In a garden, thirteen blocks across town, Ella paused beside a rose-bush and turned. A gentle wind wrapped itself around her. She imagined a presence, felt a hand warm her waist. A low voice whispered into her ear, “Wish that you were here.”
Ella turned, no one was there. She went back to her rose.
Across town, Roy rested his forehead against the glass. From outside he heard his daughters’ laughter. He’d paint the garage for his father in law.
You slipped under my skin.
I should have known better.
Beneath a sky of diamonds
Raised her hands to the heavens
Perchance he could reach back
A gravitational collapse
Within a circular path of galaxies and souls
Humbled by Divinity
His daughter, his blood
Born with the stealth of a wolf
Fuelled by the heart of a fawn
Tenacious as a honey badger
Immutable thread: Do you hear her whispers?
A spoken oath, a crossed heart, a blown kiss
Rustling on the wings of Winter
A star collapses luminous and tumbles to earth
Unwrap your heart
marvel that it still beats strong
Let the rest fall as it will