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.

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

reads with the grace of cautionary tales of old~ a fable inked in ethereal borders~

[Art]

this is a very intriguing piece Muse...the emotional flow is inviting and keeps one within the grasp of imagination and thought...had to read it over a few times just to feel the depth...really nice read...

[Allen Smuckler]

I loved every morsel of this Beth. A poignant, mythical-like tale told beautifully and passionately....It had this ethereal yet vividly descriptive narration...I was enthralled and mesmerized by your story telling ability.
Great Work Beth....thanks for sharing
allen

[Amila Jay]

This reminds me of a poem where a man collects a ring from a skeleton and hands it to his wife and in the night the skeleton comes a hawking to get the ring back and the woman throws it at him when the man refuses. I totally love the write, brilliant:)

[EMF]

I may just be stalking this piece. It is that good

[Robbie~xoxo~]

This story captivated me...I love the dark romantic feel of this... To hold such remnants close to the heart, only to lose it all within moments, is chilling...You certainly have the reader wrapped around your mystical pen! Superb writing Muse!

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Oh my God I got so lost in the story I forgot where I was... what an epic journey between star crossed lovers.

[Eagle Cruagh]

You have stolen my speech.
I have never read a story as
hypnotic, mezmerizing, sensuous,
dreamy, dark and wistful.
It is perfect. If I could write like
this I would be in a state of bliss.
Unbelievable and extraordinary.
I love it.
---- John

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

Lovely story!

And nice way of penning this story.

[A Red Red Rose 4 U Luv]

Wow, this was amazing, it really kept my attention.