Saturday, July 11, 2009

A Weight the Wind Will Not Carry

In the waning days of Autumn there's a bridge to nowhere that two will cross anyway. Falling leaves dance a last dance before hitting the ground, waiting for a wind to carry them back across. Hued skin embraces the White of Snow, and for an instant, hearts beat in response to each other. The sun sets at just the right time, revealing with the moon a landscape covered in brilliant shades of blue. A face and a smile glow, it seems, curves in a game of charades in the dark. A land of make believe ripped apart by the reality of something dying.

Open the wardrobe and prepare for the chill of Winter. A blizzard makes it hard to see, but there's a lamppost in the distance. The length of time in one place determines how much of the world will pass by, and it will only pass by so many times before all is lost. The ring, now meaningless, still means something. Returning it home is a journey too much to bear; keeping it is a reminder of just how selfish one can be. There's no Wizard to guide, and no Witch to fight. But a lie is believed anyway.

Spring brings a warrior without a war, a Knight with no Dragon, and still more lies. Taking his hand does not change the past, nor does it ensure any semblance of a future. The ghost will haunt regardless of castle or tower, for it is attached to the scent of a woman who promised herself away, knowing that promises are not things to keep. A dance always ends; false steps will betray even the blind partner. And the world keeps passing by. Watering the garden with alcohol will not grow wings. The Western Knight falls to the Eastern Dragon, a table turned, for the sun travels only in one direction.

It is much too hot in the Summer and there are too many wounded to tend. Fields grow wild, but no one is eating. The answer appeared, but the question was never asked. A father's warning went unheeded, and too many games were played. Slaves won't protect their masters; why should they? All that is desired is freedom from promises broken, but how fickle is woman? Learning to shoot straight is unnecessary at close range, and he doesn't give a damn. A lie is a weight the wind will not carry.

11 comments:

Bitsy said...

This is excellent! Loved the Narnia reference, of course, but also the the ring, Knight/Dragon, and the slave. I thought they were really good insights. Nicely done.

She Writes said...

A lie is a weight the wind will not carry.

A land of make believe ripped apart by the reality of something dying.

Like Proverbs this is written. Even Bitsy loved it :). Can't blame her.

Rene/ Not The Rockefellers said...

I read the story of St George today, at school.
This sorta reminded me a bit of it
A Knight, living unhappily ever after in harmony, itching for a battle.
A Dragon.. Eat,Fly,Oven
A Maiden, promised to the dragon, when the sheep had run dry,ready to die unhappily for harmony ever after.
And the girdle that ties them all together..
Feel good story of the year :)

Reflections said...

Love the line 'a lie is the weight the wind will not carry'

Beautiful Narnia type tale of the seasons....

Nice write

Deborah said...

Wonderfully written!

Tess Kincaid said...

"It is much too hot in the Summer and there are too many wounded to tend." I say this every August.

Helen said...

My comment will not do your writing justice ... really spectacular!

Gabriela Abalo said...

Excellent writing - wonderful reading

I didn't want to finish reading :(

great Mapgie :)

Tumblewords: said...

Beautifully done. The final line is perfection.

Jingle said...

All that is desired is freedom from promises broken, but how fickle is woman? Learning to shoot straight is unnecessary at close range, and he doesn't give a damn. A lie is a weight the wind will not carry...


you speak of truth and your words are full of wisdom...
a tale for human and society to read and be aware...
masterfully done!

Carrie Burtt said...

So much wonder in this one...the imagery is amazing...love it! :-)

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