Von stood facing the tree. Slowly, from the bottom upward, he buttoned his black cloak. A breeze rustled the leaves in the tree and a few more took flight, glints of gold in the blue sky.
The interrogator stood before Von and read from his dossier. Finishing one document, he took the page and tossed it over his shoulder and read from the next. Then tossed it likewise, charge after charge, accusation after accusation until the floor was littered as the ground in autumn. As the heavens itself takes pause between breath of wind, the javalina breathed in before expelling, in words matter of fact, "You abandoned your son."
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"glints of gold in the blue sky."
Excellent Imagery.
Thanks Meleah. Hope you are having a great weekend. :-)
leaves...two kind...one reaching the sky as glints of gold & other strewing the ground..leaves of paper
Von's buttoning the coat bottom upwards, standing in front of the tree is suggestive. Love like a tree has roots in the earth and branches in the sky. Roots in earth is its agony and branches in the sky its ecstasy. Von reaching 'upwards' ( symbolic from the way he buttons his coat) seems to want to transcend the agony. Its almost a prayerful act... reaching upwards, reaching high...
leaves suspended in the sky are like golden gates of heaven... leaves fallen on the ground pale and decayed are like fallen angles...charged of guilt...
This is a beautiful chapter tree darling! (:D)
Mona, seems I can hide nothing from you. I think I actually prefer your comment to the chapter. Beautifully written. :-)
Delicious comment from Mona as to the symbolism of his buttoning his coat from the bottom up, took pause to think how unusual it was, but this interpretation is divine. Mona, you are a light shiner and eye opener, your comments are always enlightening and delightful.
Glints of Gold, beautiful title and imagery as it repeats in the first paragraph. The grounds for the accusation is very interesting, whether it is mind-play only since he would not have been gone so long otherwise, or whether undertaking the very mission itself is what they mean, and why this thought comes to him now, this memory, either choice that he makes now in some way he will lose a part of his son anew, by the choice, the having to make it, one could call it abandonment. At the furthest reaches of emotional pain. Planned or unplanned, the pause between these chapters and the incompleteness still has elongated the moment, emphasized the impact, underlined the turmoil and the impossibleness of the situation, the unreasonableness of what is required of him. Stillness never said so much.
Some moments deserve their time to sit, in belly and mind, to stew our soul and dance upon the foolish head.
Sometimes an image, such as the falling leaves in this case, spark an association, form a connection and in that spark, that knows neither truth nor falsehood, we wonder why, why now does this appear, present itself within my mind, like some divine rubic's cube coming together.
We also see here a thought that has been in my mind a long time--the nature of Von's relationship to Ceru's mother. I'm looking forward to this one playing itself out. Stay tuned. :-D
What a punch in the gut. Those words being flung AT him just like the pages were being tossed over a shoulder... it makes me wonder at what is going through his mind right now.
Jen, I've been asking myself that exact same question.
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