Light Memories

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

I wrote something the other week, it includes love, the victorian time period, loss of memories, fire, and most importantly swimming through darkness into the light. Do you like it?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pUOZ6Cty1zU -> Read it with this if you will.

Silence.
I'm sat, on a simple wooden chair in a small cabin, the darkened panels creating a box around me. I see faded photographs of two children, a man, and a woman in a lush Victorian garden on the mantelpiece- a woman so beautiful, with the most delicate smile, and forgiving eyes. The way the sunlight danced and played on her hair... I can almost hear the footsteps of the children running and laughing, echoed and reverberated, as the man and woman walk hand in hand along the porcelain floor. He is smiling in the picture, but his eyes look lost, and desolate. Below the yellowed picture frame is the soft glow of embers, that burn brighter.
A pendulum clock swings in silence on the centre of the mantelpiece. And the pendulum begins to slow. The embers burst into dancing flames.
I would have once called this a home, but now; it is just a room which haunts me, as familiar as it is ghostly and foreign. The paned windows around me reveal nothing but darkness, and the chair I sit on does not give me the comfort I once felt.
The flames grow ever higher. I hear the darkened wood around me groan, as if aware of my pain. The mantelpiece sets ablaze, as the photo frame falls, cracked onto the timber boards. The fire scorches and sears, charring the framework of the house around me. The tiring momentum of the pendulum grows slower, as each piece of wood cascades down around me, broken and burning.
I find myself floating in Cimmerian shade, total darkness, as my room falls around me. The snapped and broken chair orbits around my body. The fire starts to fade, as look up, and see a divine, pure and radiant light far above me. I feel myself start to pull myself up towards it, heavy and painful- as if I was swimming in ice cold water pushing down on me. I see her faded photographs float by me as I push myself, blind, towards where the burning passion of the light leads me. The pendulum swings icily, as I swim in external space. Up. My arm stretches out past the point of no return. Grasping, clawing my way for a future that seems impossible. A dream unfulfilled. Uprooted and lost, hoping for my while away thought to come true. My chest pushing down as my mind starts to soar upwards further, the light painfully close. Moving, so, slowly. The panels of cracked wood and broken home I leave behind. Getting closer. The loss I feel as I move on to something better, somewhere I belong to be.
I see a void, a hole in which I move towards, I feel no more heaviness, as it starts to clear like a veil I cannot control in my own consciousness. I pass through, and I soar through golden, purifying light into light pink, deep red, and faded green skies. I see a sunset over distant emerald mountains, the purples of ages twinkle upon mist above the ocean, and I hear the crystal clear sound of waves crashing in the swept away horizon. Hovering weightlessly above the thick clouds... Cities of glass, rising 10,000 feet tall bending and shimmering in the light of a thousand exploding golden suns. Grandeur seas of fields shifting in the hazy wind; the smells of the grass and exotic fruit filling the air with tantalising delicacy... Eloquent sounds of the orchestra in the back of my mind, repeating, so calm and beautiful, singing. The atmosphere of absolute euphoria. Then, I remember something, a moment from years ago, the sunlight dancing, and playing...
I feel myself then again falling, away from my beauty, away from the sounds of the most delicate orchestra in my mind.
Pushed with a breath, I feel weight again, falling back through the void, ruthlessly pulled down into asunder.
As I stare upwards, the light fades, and the void closes as I'm left falling in the cold, once again. All sensations are lost, as the darkling light disappears, and I and left, blinded in the suffocating cloak of familiarity. Back to fix the broken.
Silence.
I open my eyes, and I'm sat on a simple wooden chair in a small cabin.
The embers burn once again.


Submitted: November 04, 2014

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QueenCho

Much approval, lots approval. I approve.

Tue, November 4th, 2014 10:54pm

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