Waves slaughter the silence

 I walk down a child’s path, thin and worn, with the angel on my arm. Her smile breathes the sunshine.  She now extends her hand and I sense the gentle quiet of her touch. In a moment the bright sky is blemished with a demons’ darkness, and I hear the howl of a beast. Sarah screams above the roar:

 

“In my eyes are the numberless lies

of one possessed with frenzied fears.

And though I draw you close, my hand extends

to keep you distant from my tears.”

 

     I turn to her vision and say,

 

“O child, you dare not age,

until your haunting pain subsides.

And running breathless though standing still,

your howling fear now hides.”

 

     She is torn from my embrace, caught into the winded air and flung into the screaming sea. In anguish I search for her across the horizon. The waves slaughter the silence with their roar, but I see only their movement. With each step and stride the pricking salt odor suffocates my vision. Rising out of the water is a shimmering bloody specter that hovers with a horror, and then dissipates like a milky mist.

     Sarah’s hand rises above the waves, reaching as it were toward the hand of Icarus. As the nimbus moon wanders overhead, she lifts above the billowing rage in a crimson gown. I look intently into her olive eyes, which seem ever filled with desperation. We now both stand so close, and yet in isolation.  She reaches for my hand as tears flood her face, but I slip slowly beyond her grasp.

Author's Note

From chapter five of "An owl on the moon”… Echoes of an Angel: May

Reviews

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

So enchanting and eloquent, yet shadowed by dark emotion and despair... powerful, alliterative title and exquisitely compelling accompanying image..she is a tortured “Angel”, a “child” tossed by winds and demonic seas. Classic language and novel prose/verse form. Gothic symbolism and mythological references are lyrical and rich with portent...What has she done that ”Icarus’” hand cannot save her? Magnificent write Craig.

[An owl on the moon]

Thank you so much for the kindness of your words, of your understanding. All flowed from dark places, and suffering unleashed deeper suffering still. But now, wishing you only joy in your new week and all it brings, Annette. :)

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

You are very welcome. Wishing you love & light & peace my friend.:))

[Mrudula Rani]

Sua escritas são fascinantes, a mistura de imaginação e mitologias... Spectacular! Você tem tanta criatividade ... eu fico sem palavras para explicar minha admiração. Adorei muito.
Espero que estar tudo ótimo com você. Uma grande abraço

[An owl on the moon]

Muito obrigada querido poeta. Eu estou sempre tão cheio de alegria quando você vem ler minha poesia. Suas palavras trazem tal compreensão e paz. Desejando-lhe uma nova semana cheia de felicidade. Um grande abraço...

[Mrudula Rani]

Obrigada querido.eu agradeço. Uma abraço.