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.
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
what a great shot! 🙂
Thanks Geraldine!!
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!