Saturday, October 9, 2021

Memory and Bone

It seemed the plum trees
were already in bloom
but when I picked a branch
what fell—so much like flowers—
was snow.
~ Izumi Shikibu


January snowed gently under the Wolf Moon. My Human watched her garden through glass, her eyes swollen with recent loss.

“She needs to see me.”

No, said the voice that turns life into memory and bone.

“Let me show her that I’m here.”

Humans see nothing.

“You don’t know my Human.” My words were a growl that shook snow from branches.

The world won’t be changed for the sake of one.

The Universe was pulling me away. I pulled back, held on to ropes made of love and tears, turned myself into memory, pushed it into the Universe. “See my soul. See her.”


From a snowy garden, a lifetime away, I see my Human for the first time. Her mouth says, “Our house isn’t big enough for all this energy”. But her soul, the truest part of her, sings,
She’s an angel—alive, happy, family.

Years after, I’m falling from a boat. Water hits my belly, fills my mouth, steals my breath. But my Human’s arms embrace me. We struggle, but she makes things right.

Then, I show the Universe my Human and me around the house, living and doing, being the shadows of each other’s souls. Together… always.


Enough. The Universe stopped my memory reel. If you are to her what she is to you, she will know you never left.

“She knows. I just want her to see me.”

You are snow and breath and moonlight. She won’t see you.

“She will.”

The Universe sighed.

I sprouted as a snow tree in full bloom. 

My Human ran to the garden, reached for a snow blossom, I crumbled. She sobbed.

I told you.

“No,” I said to the Universe, after my Human began to laugh through tears, her warm fingers tracing Angel on snow that used to be a tree, that used to be me, “I told you.”

 


photo by Kristine Cinate, on Unsplash

 - I wrote this short tale a handful of years ago, for a friend who had just lost part of her furry family. Since October (and All Hallows’ Eve) always leaves me thinking about loved ones who no longer breathe in our world, sharing it today felt just right.

- for Poets and Storytellers United--Writers’ Pantry #91: Musing on the Factual and the Imaginary.

33 comments:

  1. this is so beautiful and makes me cry...
    ~*~

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  2. An exquisite write, Magaly ... deeply touching and yes, bringing tears to my eyes.

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  3. Well, that was beautiful. I'm not getting ready for bed with wet eyes and a lump in my throat.

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  4. Beautiful and touching tale, Maga.

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  5. Damn, who's chopping onions around here?

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    1. It seems there has been quite a bit of onion chopping around this tale.

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    2. If you find the choppers, send them my way.

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  6. This is beautiful, exquisite writing. The story will bring tears to the reader.
    what is left may be 'memory and bone', but we will always sense their presence.

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  7. What an exceptional write, Magaly. You have such a beautiful soul that shines through in your work. Blessings.

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  8. Oh oh oh the depths of protest
    "“You don’t know my Human.” My words were a growl that shook snow from branches"

    Nice one

    Much💜love

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  9. oh gosh, this is almost like two stories in one. After falling from the boat, I thought they had become as one. Both angels. But no. The story continues. One just cannot argue with the Universe! You always delight me, Magaly.

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  10. Just for you
    Strands of white hair will do.

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  11. Such a lovely story. I love the dialogue and the wisdom it contains.

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  12. No words, cannot even tell you how deeply beautiful this is. I have been feeling emotional lately..and this both cut me and healed me in all the spaces within my being I needed...thank you. You are a true artist on every epic level a soul can travel to touch another form afar. Thank you Magaly for being you.

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    1. It takes a soul-toucher to know one, my dear Victoria.

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