Locket of Her

Behold a lovely man; burdened with her locket. It was a secret chamber, imprisoned with unfulfilled desires, holding filaments of his woman. An eyelash collected by the undercurrent of lymphatic tears, a clipped fingernail, the balm off her lips. Remnants of her, wrapped within the pheromone of wet Spring.

Consumed he was....deep in oppressive thought. Opening the locket, he brushes his cheek with a snippet of her saffron hair. Sigh....he ached for her so. Resting against the tree that neighbored him, he could feel the light of the moon, as he suffers in silence.

The night woos him with a lullaby....

Alas, someone was observing him.  Dark Goddess was loving his heartbreak. She felt the loneliness too. And she watched, as the wet mossy ground began to swallow his shoe...and her dark matter filled his consciousness.

Opportunity path-ed a way for this malevolent Goddess to make her move. So she began speaking to him; her words conjured up a black magic laced with bad intentions.

        "Bury her," the voice kissed in his ear.

He looked down at the muddy realm below that was sinking beneath his weight. It marked the spot for desecration, and burial of a missed soul.

         "Hurry," she said.
         "Before the sun is awake!"

Down on soiled hands and knees, he buries the locket. Filling the hole back up with a mixture of rocks, clay, and grassy sod. Dark Goddess was pleased. But before he could rise; she tripped him. Sweeping him off of his feet, as his head crashed against the trunk of the tree. A branch gutted his flesh, unwrapping him to the bone. His life poured...

Dark Goddess and Earth opened their mouths to savor the moment. He tasted so pure...full of nourishment, life was ready to bloom.

The morning approaches.

Dawn grabs onto the pink fingertips that try to penetrate through.  Breaking free of the earthly womb, a flowering female sprouts open.  Wiping the dirt from her face, she shakes her saffron hair. The bright sun and zealous air feels good to her. She blinks her newborn eyes.

Her flesh is real, yet she feels an emptiness.  The wind blows what feels like warm breath on on the back of her neck...dewy petals caressing her skin....it reminded her of something.....HIM.

Confused and forsaken-ed, she looks around for her lover......

Reviews

[VennelaMargame]

Hmm, one thing that jumps out at me is the possible Odyssey reference with "dawn grabs onto the pink fingertips...." reminding me of Homer's line, usually translated as "young dawn with fingertips of rose." Did you have Greek on the mind when you wrote this?

Hmm, I have to wonder, is the lover Twilight, separated from his paramour dawn by the jealous Night, who loves coming between them?

Also, the bit about "bury her" reminded me a bit of Porphyria's Lover, about trying to preserve a lover in a perfect moment of beauty through death.

So, I'll say that I enjoyed this because it was evocative of many things for me. Nice writing.

Namaste, Muse.

[Muse]

thank you...there is an ending, but it requires reading two more chapters. It's a morbid love story, so don't hold your breath.

[VennelaMargame]

I was gandering right now...let you know my thoughts soon.

[Larry Dyson]

hmmm im confused..is it woo as in to woo her heart..or is it woe as in she has many woes and travails at none?...any way ..it is metaphorically rich and bountiful for a season of spring time.

[olla]

wow.. this is very good.. now i can't wait to run and read part 2...

[Jack Isaac]

At first I thought this was a story about my X, but then a Dark Goddess came along, and... then... well... the night "woes" him with a lullaby, and I want to fix that so badly yet this irony sets the mood so well. This is a cleverly sensual romance to the literal core, bringing to mind Silas and Flora (or Celtic equivalent, names unsure). Yet, the theme is certainly darkness is soul-mate to light, and in their chasings, may never be together... or maybe we shall see differently in the sequel. If one word could describe your writing, so far I'd say Crafty. Nicely penned!

[Chris]

Strong thoughts and a heaviness of always just "missing"

[Sleeping Maiden]

Awwww this was so sad for me! It was romantic and yet bittersweet...
oh such heartache for lovers in this!
I love it though! Beautiful and simply wonderful! It got me to visualize everything in my mind!!

[Kenfucius69]

Honestly...I wish I could write like this; you have so much talent! Beautiful:)

[Xhiljola]

I can't comment because I don't want it to ruin. loss for words. what a writer!

[Coyote Poetry]

A amazing poem. Took me to many places. I had to read a few time for pleasure and to the grasp the beauty of the words. You took me to good places and open the door to many questions. Thank you for sharing the excellent poem.
Coyote

[☮Lizzie❤]

Wow