The Mural

I miss you

Make it blow away.

will you please believe me

she'll reach out like a doorknob

and how are you using it

open to me.

Do you remember the mural?

The umbrella and the gun?

Do you remember who was at gunpoint and who held the umbrella?

In your fire element, what always stands between

is the fear of our own magic,

our image.

How do we protect ourselves from the elements

with umbrellas

how do we hold ourselves hostage

with the past

you are the gun.

I am only the chair 

that seats the warrior

here to support 

here to love

I was born a woman

sturdy and strong,

burnt from the forest

I was once a tree

and you are

the fire.

I am the timelily

I am timber.

Author's Note

Reviews

[Chris]

Your imagery held me... I wanted to listen.

[Corset]

Hi Chris, Thank you

[jacob erin-cilberto]

oh my, the imagery in this is startling...the mural, the painting of what she had been, does he remember?
is she his shelter or the gun...the danger.
she wants his trust...can it return?
as she was "burnt from the forest" great line.
she is the timber and the tinder to relight his fire.

j.

[Corset]

my first instinct was to deny that she is the mural, but they run on such parallels like two lifes trekking down the same path only one already has lived the part she is explaining to the other character, may even be living it now as well, you know history so loves to repeat itself.