1846 - Preconceptions

 

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The Sunday Whirl presented these twelve words for us to use in a creative writing piece.  

demolished legacy step eager age turn scam rich chest shaking smell lie

(Decided to skip ‘scam’.)

Preconceptions

To be honest

I never expected to meet a fairy.

Equally, I never expected

Her to come by tram.

I never expected

Life to turn so quickly—

For age to be no barrier,

For her steps toward me

To be the first in a magical journey,

A journey rich in blessings,

Sacred ritual and spiritual nuance,

Or for me to be so eager, so willing

To embark on this journey with her,

Creating our enduring legacy.

My fairy and me.

I never expected

To be holding hands in the dark.

To be finger-combing her hair

With her head on my lap.

For my voice to be shaking so

As my heart swelled in my chest.

To lie beside her and smell

Her aromas, her fragrance, her being.

To commit to abide in her love,

To worship and support her.

My fairy and me.

I never expected

That so many preconceptions

Would be demolished so quickly,

Shattered and strewn—

Like a foundry worker’s clay, 

Crumbling, breaking away

To reveal the statue

Standing complete before me.

My fairy and me.

I had no idea.

I do now.

◊◊◊

Writing on a plane, 

flying in the wrong direction,

at roughly the same time, 

the fairy wrote to the same set of words:

For Lee*

We demolished their visions of age.

You hand brushes my shoulder

As magnolia blooms its rich mauve,

Its leaves shaking in the rain.

I pause, take a breath.

You kiss my breast.

Your fingers lift me up, step by eager step.

Our skin glows like those

Rain washed flowers.

I lay my head on you chest.

We arrive with the tide.

Our waves receding with the moon

These cycles of love eternal

Our legacy.

◊◊◊

* Lee is my nom du rue.

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