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VxPoem ID: 30983
Category:
pagan_spirituality
Posted: November 10th. 2007 8:21:57 PM
Views: 343 |
(jeru) Salem, MA
by Audacity RavenHawk
Age Group: Adult
She was sitting on the sidewalk. She was chanting softly with eyes closed and rocking back and forth gently. Nobody around could understand a word of it.
Her robes swirled around her in a circle. She was crying; people could see the tears streaking down her dirty cheeks. She smelled like cinnamon and pine trees.
She'd been coming back to this same spot every day for a week now. Nobody knew where she went at night. A few had tried to follow her, but she knew her way around the back streets like a native and she moved like the wind.
She wasn't always crying though. There was a small café on her corner. She never hung out in there at night, but she often wandered in there. Someone had bought her a cup of coffee once. She stared at it after he handed it to her like she'd never seen such a thing before. So he took the cup from her and put cream and sugar in it, and handed it back. He gestured, suggesting she drink and then gestured to the other café patrons who were also drinking.
She looked at him curiously with furrowed brow, and then the smile that crossed her face was unrivalled by the sun.
He smiled back and walked away -- the eternal stranger.
Their fluttery speech and jerky hand gestures confused her. The old man was dead. She felt guilty for not feeling much about it, but free. It was just a twinge of guilt. She had loved him once, as he had claimed to be her father.
What she didn't understand was how she had come to be in this strange place full of jutting box houses, little glass squares and endless gray.... It was if though she hadn't been out of her father's house for a hundred years. But, preparations for his death and the intensive caretaking he had needed had swallowed up her concentration, duty and energy.
They were alone where they were. There had been no neighbors or visitors, and the old man hadn't any friends. It was unbearably flat. She hadn't been alone where she came from originally. She had been very young -- one of many sisters. She'd wandered off and been abducted, or traded, or sold, or something. She'd lost conciousness. She awoke in endless forests.
She tried to think back on what life had been like before. It took much concentration. She thought she'd been married once, but it was misty. (This was later in her life)
There had been a little boy different from any other little boy she'd ever seen with her.
"Edom!" he said
"Okay, " she said - although it sounded something like "cum na?"
They had grown up together there and decided to get married. Then her "father" had shown up.
"I created you" he said.
She didn't want to argue. She didn't want him to know she had gotten married. He wasn't the One.
"It was in May, Eve" he said.
(or was it "on May Eve" -- I forget)
"Eve" said Edom!
"Cum na, " she said.
"Hey, have a Johnagold!" said the monkey in the tree above them. "Here, hand this to them, " the monkey said to her the old man.
The snake brought the shiny yellow apple over after the monkey passed it to him. Which the two of them ate.
The old man had said, "Don't eat that!" but she hadn't understood a word he'd said. Edom didn't seem to know how to communicate with him either. She was too polite to tell him he was going senile. But he hung out with them anyway and made weird scratchings on tree bark for entertainment value.
Weird, it was so long ago. She didn't think she loved "Edom!" any more. He'd gone off to fight in a war. He'd come back briefly and then dissappeared again. She never saw him again and the government didn't want to give away any secrets. She hated war. Her sisters should still be alive. They were just as long lived as she. "Edom!" was probably dead by now.
These people were so strange -- skinny, washed out, spooky in the eyes, sickly....
She did like the coffee though.
This was the the same world she'd left when she'd run off after the old man to see if he was allright. He wasn't. This was the same world, she could feel it.
Her memories returned a little bit. She'd been promised to someone before Edom. Someone two clans over on the tree. Because of her promise, as it was with any of here three sister, her intended was allowed long life. The same gift that was passed down to daughters. What was his name again?
She'd been distracted by someone friendly and goodlooking that she'd said "hi" too. He got all weirded out by that. He turned vile and evil. His name had been something Georgie Humra Hooperdink Fork-U. (Or, his chosen nickname after a tiny ragged little bird of prey) She hated him (He was the most Oppressed Person In The World -- you don't need to ask) He was abusive to women. He just rubbed her the wrong way. Fame was his game, delusions of vocal ability his game....
She hopes he finds misery: "baby, you deserve it."
Good day.
Author's Location: Eau Claire, Wisconsin
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