FurnaceA Story by leighgreen
A Story / Poem (A Sto-em)
At the house party I moved closer to you, I was attracted to you, as on you, on your side there was something there. In a small bottle tied to your waist you had a little piece of something and moving ever closer I saw it was a missing part of me. I said ‘Don’t be scared, but that piece belongs to me?’ I didn’t know you. But then following your eyes, wide and mesmerised and like in a lucid dream, I could see that about my own waist was a small bottle also and in it there seemed to be a part of you. I said ‘I think we will fit together’. To everyone at the party’s horror we smashed both our bottles and like two pieces of a jig-saw the fragments fitted perfectly. This time I had got it so right I thought, we made a perfect match. Afterwards in the furnace that was our initial and physical love we forged together like two metals making a new found alloy pure and strong. We started to make our lives together, a house and a home. With seemless continuity the flames our tempestuous love grew ever stronger. Then as time inevitably moved on, in the aftermath we were left with the problem of making our personalities fit together. My mind thought in triangles, while yours thought in circles, I thought in squares, while you seemed to think in spirals. So we live together in our separate worlds of thought, in our two separate kingdoms and in these kingdoms we are the masters where no one can challenge us. I think about logic, maths and the material world: absolutes. While you concern yourself with how people feel, English words and the emotional world: relatives.
From our separate sofas we fire probing missiles of enquiry and fly planes of reconnaissance to the others mysterious lands and in doing so we sometimes damage the once perfect landscape. “What do you think that X thinks about Y doing Z?” you would typically ask and I wouldn’t reply because I didn’t know or understand. I don’t even know what I thought about the subject myself! All I knew was the football on TV lasted for 90 minutes, the same as it always had, which is something you didn’t seem to ever want to grasp (barring extra time and penalties of course). In the garden that is the overlapping middle territory, the no mans land, the intersection, where the line meets the circle, we make our world of compromise at each others varying disapproval and distaste. We would end up carrying out something that we and everyone who knew us knew was not in keeping with either of our unique and deluded souls. That is the world we would live in and it is the world a lot of people end up living in. We had found a shelter from a desolate and barren place and in that shelter we had a type of immunity, a protection from the raging storm outside.
© 2012 leighgreen
Bristol, England, United Kingdom
AboutI am a working man, living in Bristol and write fiction and poetry in my spare time. My other interests include chess, skittles. I tend to get ideas from travelling and music. Not having read a hu.. more..
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