Constitutional of the Heart VII.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

Love induced ramblings between the extremities of the colour spectrum in a few hundred words.

This morning the veiled and pale moon bathed in the ocean blue sky before sinking into it like a loving heart into the sea of teeming emotions. The Halászbástya (Fisherman’s Bastion) was anchored in its lonely mooring. But now the people dressed in black mourning were nowhere to be seen. But the ship didn’t only wait at its usual place out of habit.

On the bike path, a strange scooter rider whizzed by. He too, like his electric two-wheeler, was clad in the dark shade of lamentation. Only the golden corded belt around his cassock’s black waist lent him solemnity. He was heading aboard the Halászbástya.

On my constitutional today, besides observing the world, I enjoyed the music I was listening to. Wild drums and frantic guitars provided the scorching beats that gave me a sense of elemental power. They afforded me an experience like the religious ecstasy brings for believers who can walk barefoot on blazing embers. Fuelled by the stimulation of music, I even quickened my steps.

The cool blue weather and the flaming red music freed my soul, which flew with the crow that fought beside me, over the Danube, against the north wind. He too was dressed in dignified black, like the priest aboard the ship.

Later, these mournful omens faded because the signs turned white. First in the form of a dove with black and white spots. She was happily pecking crumbs from the ground. Albeit she was wary of me, but she wasn’t afraid, she felt she had nothing to fear. On the other side of the park school children ran their circles, all dressed in white.

It was strange allegory from Life. Children and whiteness. For as black is death, the end so white is the beginning, life itself. As the colours spring from white, carrying all the shades, like a mother carries her child in her womb.

The latter made me think of your words, glistening with enthusiasm and spirit, as white as your teeth between your pink smiling lips…


Submitted: November 21, 2021

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Ann Sepino

You have such an enchanting way with words! Each sentence seems weighted with meaning and intent that readers are free to derive at their leisure. Reading this feels like I'm perusing someone's letter from a time long gone. Kudos!

Mon, November 22nd, 2021 2:28pm

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Thank you very much for your praising words!

Mon, November 22nd, 2021 6:34am

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