Friday 1 February 2013

Lady Amber


Image © Herb Ritts




Lady Amber



Why do this to me?
I embraced you with all the boundless enthusiasm of my young heart; your touch burned me with fierce, fabulous, friendly flames, your every word etched itself on the tabula rasa of my fevered brain, your presence freed me from the mundane grasp of gravity, sending me swooping, soaring like a spring skylark.
Your wife? Of course! I would make our home a nest, a springboard, a stepping stone on the undiscovered adventure of blissful togetherness.
But how can I soar from such a high, cold, empty nest? The springboard splintered under the burden of priceless trinkets that entomb me, and the stepping stone is long lost in the wild undergrowth of isolation.
You wooed me, you won me, you wed me; why then desert me to be curator, or, worse, a shrouded exhibit, fading, frozen in your museum of trophies? A crippled skylark in aspic.

150 words
@nickjohns999

This story was written for Angela Goff's Visual Dare - Obscure

5 comments:

  1. Another delicious, beautiful 150 words. The three part rhythm worked very well indeed :))

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    1. Thanks Jo-Anne. I was concerned that it might descend into a Mills and Boon feel. I'm pleased you feel that I managed to avoid that!

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    2. Mills and Boon! lol! No, I don't think the romance books ever refer to crippled skylarks in aspic. If they did, I might read them! :))

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  2. WOW. Pointed and powerful. Wonderful mixing of hope and despair, over a subtle undercurrent of quiet, dark anger. Would that the skylark could escape...!

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    1. Hi Angela. I felt that the picture had a wistful, melancholy feel to it. She felt sad to me, but people are never just made of one emotion, however strong, so I tried to reflect this. Another great prompt, thanks!

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