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Archive for August, 2014

The Sorrows of Young Jlorik

Women of Corinth,

I have come outside to you.

 

Alone once again,

A vacuum inside my heart.

My home, where once again

I have to be my own Protector

Echoes with the silence of my own misery.

There are no more tears left to cry.

 

I am the small and delicate creature

Plucked from the bush,

Going about its business.

Ripped from its routine, suddenly

In a new world of large, firm, strong hands;

Timid, a bit frightened

But loving the warmth and tightness of the embrace,

Mesmerized by soft words,

Lovely visions of a bright future

Safe from harm.

 

Oh so perfect!

The ice-cold lake far back in the forest

Felt so warm somehow.

The flies did not bite that day

Out of respect.

The Nature

Recognized us as One with Her.

The tracks of the Bear

Fresh, in the soft mud

Showed themselves to us, and we followed

To the place where we would build our home.

Described to me, so clearly

The vision we both shared and cherished.

 

You told me often

Of the child who would visit your dreams:

A young girl

With lightbrownish hair, the same colour as mine.

Long and free

Blowing in the wind

Along with her white dress

As you walked through the forest

Speaking to her in your mother tongue.

 

The night I introduced you to my cold and restless friend

The Ocean.

Pounding waves and salt-filled mist

Consume your senses as you open the car door.

A flood of emotion

Such as I had never seen

And you ran so far down the long white beach

I couldn’t see you anymore in the moonlight.

Running back to me

And throwing yourself down in the sand and seaweed

I knew

You had found your home here

With me

And I could rest inside

For the first time ever.

 

The Choir of the Frogs performed for us

And the Porcupine showed us his special dance

Only we know the melody to.

 

Nighttime drives, the sound of the Pigs, and the poutines.

Love is every treasured moment doing ordinary things.

 

You asked me to take you back to that one place

By the harbour

Where we could watch the lights of the entire city

And the ships going out to sea.

Triple-tripled and hand-in-hand, we walked together

To the rocks on the shoreline

Not knowing

This was the night

When you would lose your mind.

 

Suddenly, everything we had built

Was dashed upon those blue rocks.

Anxious, frightened, confused

Looking to each other for comfort

But finding none.

No reassurance to be had.

 

The child was dead.

Before she could ever be conceived

You slaughtered her like a rabbit

Hung her from a tree

Cut out her insides and skinned her

Right before my eyes.

I can still hear her crying

Every night when I try to sleep.

Our hopes and dreams

In that bloody bucket

Full of intestines and slippery organs

Bits of red fur

And small, delicate white feet.

 

The blood of a child

Devoted innocence, defiled

Stains his hands.

The hands that would take a tiny creature

Win its love and trust

And destroy it utterly.

Helplessly gasping for breath,

Every bone broken,

It lies on the concrete

Wishing for death,

Finding no peace.

 

“My full, warm enjoyment of all living things

That used to overwhelm me with such delight

And transform the world around me

Into a paradise

Has been turned into unbearable torment,

A demon who pursues me

Wherever I go.”