Materfamilias I

Just felt like writing

Upon summit's breach i saw her,
sitting in lotus, unfaltered by icy torrents.
A statue i presumed
until her hair spoke differently to the tugs
of frosty hands in frenzied flight.

With diminished strut i approached.
The ancient matriarch had opaque skin,
her ivory eyes wandered through me
into the distant dance of the horizon.
Around her a circle of ice was non existent
and for just a moment a flashing glow was
revealed to my layman's vision. Her aura.

"What knowing eludes you?"
Her creaky voice commanded above wind,
startling me as i never saw her lips move.
"I am in need of insight. Wisdom. Please."
My words fought out against the blaze.

My questions lined up,barely stirring in my
mind when she answered.

"Speak not of past remembrance in
witches' breath for life is but a prism,
refracting all things planned."

My attempts at comprehension cowered
as her voice drove the riddle deeper.

"Obscurity is an inkblot perching on the
shoulders of the frail, those who are
shown to study life's lines yet taught to
live between seldomly deny failure."

In a sluggish embrace i started
understanding the answers she posed
but they only paved the way for more
questions unsolved.

"How do i escape this tarnished haven
that i have become?"
I inquired in brittling speech.

"Standing next to your shadow
disproves not segregation just as
counting the lines in my face does not
prove that you can see. Remember, trust
is mercurial, fluid yet unnatainable if you
posess no solid embodiment.
It is easily
lost."

I was lost again, blown away like soft
plumes in summer skies. Her words
shackled my mind once more. So much
was said but i could not see the stars in
any of it.

"TO WALK UNBURDENED BY THE BAG OF
MASKS IS TO NEGATE THE PULSE OF DECEIT."

"NOW GO!"

Her final utterances were still ringing in
question-mark echoes as my focus shifted
outwards to the droning tempo of my
frantic heartbeat.
I found myself back in my body as the
chirping of birds cemented the thoughts
of familiar territory into my mind along
with the cold caress of sweat covering me.

The journey was complete in mystery but
inconclusive on the sought after answers,
yet i have indeed learnt alot by going.
A few strands of ancient milky strings
protruded from inside my fist.
Her hair.

A sign of her presence.

-Svw

Reviews

[RomaJ]

This is amazing storytelling. Very profound and eloquently written. And you "just felt like writing" ah, I admire that. Just flawless.