Four

[Our second #1667 Words entry is by Brennan Storr.]

We have always been here
Where the sugar cane sways without wind
And the air is heavy and silent
As though before a storm.

Mornings the same,
Brightness creeping through our cottage’s open door.
We rise from dreamless sleep on straw pallets
Stirring motes of dust into the light.

After breakfast Isabel sweeps the floor
corn bristles scraping the planks clean
Maggie knits, clicking needles mending
that which is worn. I watch over them both.

In the afternoon we run in the fields
breathlessly playing hide and seek
Our laughter rising above
The whisper of dried grass

We have been alone together so long
our memories are withered
What is left comes through like bursts
Of static from distant stars – an embrace, tears, the sound of rain

Once upon a time we sought
Escape from this place, this life
By rope, by knife, by stone
and we came by violence unto peace

Yet every time we woke again
Rising from our pallets to find
The bodies where they dropped
And our world unchanged.

Now Death has become our companion,
The fourth sister in our forever,
And the only thing we still fear
Is that we may outlive Her too.

We run past the eucalyptus tree
Where, dried by the sun, we hang
Three pretty parchment scarecrows
In white linen dresses

Down the hill to the pond
we skip across our own backs
White linen lily pads, our
Long flaxen hair streaming in clear water

Into the vastness of a world we
Did not create and do not understand.
Into straw, and dust, and silence
And the smell of wildfire when the moon is full.

We have always been here
Where the sugar cane sways without wind
And the air is heavy and silent
As though before a storm.

We have always been here.
We always will

[Brennan Storr – Sometimes writer and researcher from the west coast of Canada with a particular enthusiasm for travel, crass jokes and true stories of the paranormal.]

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About Kurt Schweitzer

A former vampire logistics facilitator, past purveyor of Italian-style transportation, and Y2K disaster preventer, I'm currently creating websites, novels and other fictions while reinventing myself. Again.
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