Huginn and Muninn
by Toni Davis
Thursday, October 19, 2006
Rated "PG" by the Author.
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This the result of some very disturbing early morning dreams the day of a conversation I had with a dear friend. We had just filled out this silly online survey but, oddly enough, the answers were very revealing.
In my thoughts....
Walking side by side, we make our way down to the Japanese Gardens in the park that you know I love so much
With each step planted in the new-fallen snow our boots crunch loudly in the frozen quiet.
Everything seems so picture perfect
even the unearthly glow of frost crystals that Nature's loving brush painted on the trees
and park benches.
We settle on a stone seat nearest to the water's edge so the canvas of infinity would be laid open before us
unsullied by humanity
You surprise me by taking my hands in yours and sticking them into one of your large coat pockets.
"It's really cold out here," you murmur in response to my raised eyebrow. Blushing slightly, you turn your head towards the first rays of light. "Look."
Icy tears slide down my cheeks as the canvas fills with hues of red, gold, blue. Gossamer strands overlay the deepening colours.
"Perfect," I say, the word nearly caught behind cracked, bleeding lips.
"I wanted to show you...you know, find the best time," you whisper, "Since it's your last."
We say nothing for a long while; just enjoying the stillness and each other's company. You squeeze my hands tightly with one of your own, using the other to tug your hood down low over your face. I know you hate for others to see you cry.
"It's the best gift I've ever had."
In my memory...
Later, as the breath of life
slowly drains from my body
I realised that it was true .
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|Reviewed by Jean Pike
|Very startling imagery, Toni. A lovely and disturbing write.|
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
|Enjoyed the great imagery.
You take the reader along with you.