Not many could make stone into illusion.
She could.
Her hands carved softness into unyielding rock. Made age appear into the moss as if the stone itself shed velvet, hewed damp to seep from underneath the surface as if through the core of sighing cushions, long forgotten, left to rot.
Only it was not.
Instead of a discarded chair, it was a throne. A headstone.
A memorial to the man who’d scooped her out of orphaned desperation, who brought her here, who led her to her heart’s forgotten home.
She held the memories of his calloused hands atop her shoulders. Steadying her mallet, guiding her chisel, letting her learn. Letting her fail. Letting her know she was worthy. As was he. Just because she was.
His masonry was practical. Fences. Houses. Walls.
Hers sang to the forest floor as she carved. His armchair, reincarnated.
For eternity. Her parent of soul.
For Crispina‘s Crimson’s Creative Challenge
What an incredibly lovely poem. Every line contains a treasure.
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Thank you, Judy!! I’m so so pleased! 🙂
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You should be very pleased with your poem, which totally warranted a reblog.
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🙂 Thank you! 🙂
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Reblogged this on lifelessons – a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown and commented:
This poem is so incredibly lovely that I had to reblog it. I hope you love it as much as I do.
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Thank you, Judy! I am so glad you liked it! 🙂 Na’ama
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Oh my… You are an artist, Na’ama. This is so beautiful.
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Yay! Thanks, Dale! I’m grinning with delight at your comment! 🙂 XOXO
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Truly wonderful… I think mine (sorry, not quite yet) is a whole nother genre…
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That’s what makes it so much fun, right? 🙂 all those different genres! 🙂
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That is for sure!
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😀
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Beautifully written, Na’ama…
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Thank you! 🙂
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That is beautiful, Na’ama. Moving.
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Thanks, Crispina! Glad you liked it! 🙂
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🙂
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Enigmatic, with the tenacious, haunting beauty of enigmas. Life, art, death–all the important ones.
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Thank you, Margaret! I’m so glad you read and commented!
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This is amazing I was transported!
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Thanks Emine! I am so glad it did that! The photo Crispina provided is half the atmosphere right there! 🙂
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Beautiful tale and writing.
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Thank you, Jude!
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A pleasure 🌼
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