The Genesis

Another childhood reflection...sort of.

-Geneva Willis-

Childhood- my childhood- is comprised of nonexistent things.

Marzel was thing one.

She drifted through my window pane, mixed in amidst autumn mornings,

told me brief histories of long-eared lizard dogs, made me draw her a true form.

Dragon-dogs with pearlescent scales,

twirled in rainbow-weavings among galaxies our kind since forgot...

their history made my pen-strokes.

Lorien was thing two.

She fell from nowhere's hands into my own, heart and fire all, but devastating,

granting meaning to idiosyncrasies, caused my dictation of kings and queens.

Innocence-deprived by incessant failings,

dancing through red-wrought ages she wished her lies not waver...

her misgivings caused a genealogy.

Winter was thing three.

He came to me one night, lonely as star-fallen prayers of ancient mourning,

whispered forth phantasmagorias, created within me the shared world of voids.

Empty smiles of the evanescent sort,

etched across his love-spindled heart pleading for true personification...

his wishes created my word-flutters.

Author's Note

This was an exercise in my creative writing class.