Post by freezzze on Mar 6, 2006 16:11:20 GMT -5
I'll be posting my poems and storied over here from now one...The next story is a bit weird, I hardly understand it myself but it's rather a feeling I discribed in pictures. I hope it's got a potention. I'm obsessed with rivers.
River
A land house stood next to the river. The days wintered and the excursionist seemed to have disappeared. The woman’s skin turned brown now the sun had gone under. She looked at the bluish white and the oiled scar. The moisture of her breath was caught on the invisible. She gazed. No mail today.
The snow did not feel cold but rather hopeful. So this walk made her feel some better. Yet she felt as if something emptied her. This was the only road and it came along the river alone. Finally she saw the house and again she checked if she’d got mail.
The day had darkened and given itself to the night. Again she stood before the invisible. The river laughed in hollowness. She was suddenly pulled forward, down and drowned. Her lungs burned and she could clearly see his face in troubled water. He was surrounded and bound up by drops and bubbles. She tried to smile at him for she knew him. She couldn’t.
“Do you long for the wind which used to turn the waves of my river to your direction?” the snow whispered. Cold. She stood up and checked her mail as fast as she could. Then she got inside. The picture of her husband had fallen on the ground. She picked it up and the black and white picture dissolved into the oil, dripping through the broken glass. She screamed and fell.
Again she waked up in the garden. Next to the door the snow coloured and showed her a moving picture. He looked worried and disappeared. She sighs, trying to capture everything she sees but she still could comprehend it. “I wish the wind blew my thoughts to you” unspoken but heard.
Then there stood an angel. His hand reached for hers but she turned away. Her fingers slipped down the wall as she kneeled vomiting. As the first drops hit the snow the angels took her hand. The snow melted a river.
Her husband and she smiled not suffocating.
That is lovely ...two very artistic and dark shots of Heath, I love how you put it together and kept it in its simple black and white format, that is sometimes (as here) the best way to go!
