Aug 24, 2011

Scarlett Street

Write On Wednesday
"Take a Walk"

How easily a stream of consciousness can run away from us,
but reality is often quick to catch up.

The wind drifted down the street, carrying the obnoxious sounds of the suburbs with it.
She peered through her gentle lashes and watched the black and red thatched skirt bounce against her legs as she walked.  The afternoon sun drenching the world in a scarlet sepia, inviting her mind to wander as her body did.

"Scarlett..." she whispered; intrigued by the way it flowed from the lips.  Her lips.

Thrilled by this world of red and mystery she now traversed through, swishing her skirt as she walked, the movement of her hips maintaining its momentum.  What if I could be Scarlett?  She cast her eyes across the auburn air that hummed with the possibility; a brief reflection replicating this thought as its wavering figure imitated her stride.  The legs seemed impossibly long and slender as they swayed past her and she became entranced with her own pace, summoning some unknown confidence that seemed only fitting for her rosy world.

She was Scarlett

The one the burning sun bowed to each evening, and who was blessed with the beauty of the promiscuous moon herself.

Gentlemen would quarrel and brood for the chance to escort her, their faces flushed the deepest red in her presence.

There would be nightly cocktail parties held in ruby ballrooms where her guests would gather in awe as she descended the grand stair case, her deep crimson gown a shimmering expression of her true self. 

Her soul would be constantly alight and inspire a searing passion in all who sighted her...

The static sounds of the suburbs punctured the air in one eruption; like resurfacing from a dream.  Suddenly the area appeared less inflamed by the illusion of the retiring sun; the shades of scarlet a little less sharp.  Voices carried through with one in particular catching her attention as they called after her.

"Mary wait!" The boy reached where she stood, still recovering from her submersion.  "You dropped your cardigan".  He smiled as he returned her worn possession causing her to blush slightly, reminding her of the remnants of her daydream.

"Call me Scarlett" She said coyly, slipping her hand into his.  He watched the action and began to smile, gently stroking her hand with his.

"How about I call you Mary and you can call me Mark,"  he laughed as her blush increased in intensity.  "And you let me walk you home"

Take a Walk.  See what you find.
Jaq xx

Aug 13, 2011

Philosophy #1

A truth in its simplest form is easiest to understand.

My mind is carried,
Music is my saviour here,
Everything else falls.

Jaq xx

Aug 3, 2011

Sit Under a Tree

Write On Wednesday
"Sit Under a Tree and Write"

The visual can be a powerful incentive, you just have to see it.
As nature resides.

Through the sea of camoflague she tread, the moist earth warm against her bare feet.  The compulsive wariness that is the only defence against the strange vanished as she opened herself to the illusion.  Her mind was out of the question, processing her surroundings only with her eyes.  Without realising it she began to trail her fingers lightly across the natural architecture; the swaying canopy supported by sturdy wooden pillars that appeared to glow in the setting sun.  Above, a mosaic of purple hues formed through the treetops.  It was like the forrest was split into two worlds, seperated by the fractured light that spilled from the sun and what was reflected from the sky.  A soft wind floated past spinning inconspicuous particles through the shafts of light, throwing them into sight.  Zara felt the breath slip from her lungs as the air glistened, the life that pulsated in everything there embodied by a spark.  In the distance a windchime released its metallic hum, beckoning her to memories of her childhood.  This area teased with the irresistable yet was always just too far out of reach; possessed by a haunting waltz that Zara could never quite keep time with.  It made her want to cry and laugh and jump all at once so she could only manage a strangled gasp.

This place was too much, every inch threatening perfection, no one could belong here for too long...  It was torture to consider leaving.  For the first time since she arrived Zara stopped.  Glancing around she realised the trees and air and light continued their mysterious dance, and felt a sense of loss that it had not stopped and waited for her.  All this was not here for her, it had merely allowed her to be here.  Turning around she stepped out onto a rocky outcrop and closed her eyes, imprinting those elements in her mind, too frightened to think that the memory would not be eternal.  And with the final note from the chime she retreated to the safety of the known.

forever Jaq xx
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