Locket of Her Part2

So many of you asked for a sequel..I suppose it will also inspire a 3rd. :D

Unfortunately it has happened before; the Heavens frowning down on a birth, that blasphemed the very laws of human creation.  However, it did not change the fact, that this woman was a breathtaking abnormality..

Yet, because she was so fair amongst the lilies, Natura, Mother of life, spared her the judgement that she often delivered by lightning.  And within this body of celestial presence, it was decided that fate, would instead, be allowed to run it's course.



 

She was now, a living breathing flower, she felt human for sure.  But her mind was that of a young poppy seed, stimulated by the endorphins of life. Ignorant and apathetic towards the skeletal remains that rested beside her.  Too lacking in understanding and perception to recognize the bones of her Lover.  But look for him she did.  Sharing the same familiar ache that he once felt.  Looking...always looking in vain for the memory of a heart beat, feeling his ghost that still aroused her within.

She sighed.....his breathing pulse was nowhere to be found.


Raking her fingers through the mossy ground that delivered her three dawns ago, she was grateful for the occasional visitors and trespassers.  The earthworms that tickled her toes.  Aphids that colored her torso.  Bees that took pollen from her lips. Moths that powdered her cheeks.  The soft rain that bathed her skin the night before.  She was never alone in this respect.  It was just her human side that suffered.  It quickly devoured her; all the uncertain questioning.

To cope with it all, numbness creeped in, and she began losing what little understanding she had of her reality.  Her mind just an echo of Spring, but she could hear a set of wings, frittering and fluttering right above her head.  The bird could see that her shoulder was made strong and square. Perfect for a humming bird, that fancied her now for a perch.  With it's beak, it began inspecting her mane.

"Chirrup," sung the bird.  "You are an oak tree like no other, what is this embellishment that covers your bark in saffron colored silk?"

"I'm not a tree, and it's my hair," gushed the girl.

Fluttering its wings in her ear, it chirped back, "It would make a lovely nest, and you have so much of this hair, there's plenty to spare.  If I take just a little, you should not care?"

Reluctant, she gave the bird a nod of approval, tipping her head to the side, offering a few strands of her hair.  Then she felt the whirring and the buzzing.  It was just the one humming bird at first, then there were two, and they invited four more.  Soon there was too many to count.  A noisy storm of birds swarming her head. Pluck, tug, picking, whirring, humming, chirping, and more plucking! She tried battling them all away, grabbing a few of them in mid air.  In her defense, she delivered death in her hands. She could feel the soft feathers and the crunching of bones.  Bloody birds flying everywhere!

Eyes closed; there was a nagging burn that came from the red gaping pores that covered her naked scalp.  She was not only pruned....they left her barren under the unforgiving sun.

Author's Note

If you did not read part one...I imagine you'll be a little lost. So rewind...go back a step if you have not read this from the beginning.

Reviews

[.]

applauding..you have excelled once more in this glorious fantasy trip into the light fantastic..and fantastic it is..your control of language is breathtaking, you make writing look easy! However you have developed a skillful art form and you imagination is something to hold and cherish.. I for one..am dumbfounded (but in a good way)..bows down..favoured..your on a roll

[Rene Velez]

Wow engaging work Muse, splendid....

[Sleeping Maiden]

This is beautiful! I'm so impressed.. hehee you are a muse! =)
You have a way with words.. I love this.
Great write like always!

Muse, you're a Muse for sure. After feeling part 1 and now part 2, your mesmerizing influence of words, reach far upon heaven, you discribe the perfect you somehow, and even the woman who needs to be escaped from all sorrow, I love this write deeply, it's magikal~ whimsical, lovely, and neon, as we both love. This is what the perfect elusive death for me is. Lovely, deep, haunting. untouchability art. Yes. I love this, it's the "perfect locker of her" as she is remarkable.

[Shy Girl]

OH MY!!! :) That picture you chose goes so well with the word choice you have along the border that I read that part like 3 times. I was snagged by that part alone. Then to my joy there was much more. Beauty...wonder...fantasy...and a very soft piece of artwork really. I'm not sure how to describe it correctly... I'm just feeling soooo much at once here...I loved it!! :)

[Jack Isaac]

We spend our lives killing and eating plants, yet at last, in the end, they will consume us. This femme fatale is a "womandrake" (like a mandrake but female). She is a flower, of a mythology that I can't place, and I now I know why, because it's being created before my eye. Crafty indeed! I love this new enchantment as I'm lulled into it word by word... feels sensuous though spooky, like Elvira but with a powerful Celtic edge that speaks to (and for) my roots. Well written work here... yes, a third one is a must :)

[Blue Ivory]

Beautiful! I'm simply speechless...

[Dayran]

Life in the trees, as it reaches out to grow and to be more. A grand adventure of search and become....to reach that great life when it can say....its fine. Nice write!

[*~*Butterfly Kisses*~*]

Wow. this is amazing. your creativity and cleverness of writing such a masterpiece with part one and two is something to be admired. I would love to see what you come with for part 3. Bravo!

Keep writing.

[Cassie Fraga]

well I have to read part one and catch up.... but I must say this was BRILLIANT WRITE!! your talent knows no end!! pulls me in from the start and keeps my attention!! great work!!!