Small felt smaller still after
being buried alive, wrapped
Egyptian style in layers
bred of cold desperation.
Much energy was wasted
fuming, whining, recounting
tales of those whose days were filled
with blue skies and toes in sand,
Paradise lost; squirming drove
Small deeper into her grave,
tied icy anchors to hopes
that hell had frozen over.
Large watched in compassionate
silence. Grieving. Waiting for
Small’s heart to thaw. He sent his
love in diamonds, reflective
prisms in hues carved by age-
old mysteries into shards
of brilliance, setting each stone
with a jeweller’s practised eye,
glowing treasures at her throat.
He waits still. Small sags, sulky,
snow-blind. But patience lives where
love glitters; Large wipes her tears
with rainbows, crowns her mornings
with gentle soliloquies
cooed by mourning doves,
harnessing the Chinook winds
to end her hibernation.
what a great shot! 🙂
This is chockablock full of beauty and depth, Mel. Got me all weepy, you did.
Kleenex? I have plenty up my sleeve… 🙂
I keep mine in my breast pocket–‘course that does leave me looking a tad unbalanced…..
*paroxysm of coughing* Dangerous. That’s what you are.
I know, I’m incorrigible–I sit up nights thinking of things to unhinge you so your daughter will ask if you need assistance, or if it’s just that Crazy Caddo.
Time well wasted, I assure you.
Beautifully penned, and the photo is so lovely. Thank you, Melody.
Thanks Skye! 🙂
This read like a love story . .. A sweeping and tender one! Thanks Melody!
And really, it IS a love story – one we are all living out every day. Thanks Debbie!
I missed the analogy at first and had to reread. How clever! Actually when I thought ‘small’ was a woman I was ready to tell ‘Large’ she didn’t deserve him. Glad the story ended with happiness on both sides!
🙂 I left it purposely ambiguous – I thought there were more possible interpretations that way. So whichever way you read it, you can’t be ‘wrong’! I wanted to leave the ending with a hint of hope – so I’m glad you saw that, too. Thanks Marie!
Ambiguity and vagueness breathes intrigue, and a slow unfolding to the weight of glory– that’s my interpretation & impression ~ Un-belied BEAUTY! Faithfully Debbie
Lovely! Thank you, Debbie!