My Reflection

A prose poem concerning mother's love and affection towards child, even after embracing a cursed deathless life.

Eternity, welcomed by the darkness

Of eyesight

No feeling, no heartbeat

A sudden heat

Beginning of a sojourn in search for my reflection.

The moonlight of blood-moon

Illuminating the porcelain skin of

Lost predator.

Unquenchable thirst for embracing

The impurities and betrayal with

Wild factor.

Delusion, the running water of silvery brook

Reflecting the image of olive trees and wild roses.

Quick glance,

At the reflector that I could not pass.

My unsatisfied voice, whispery,

"Bloody Mary, bloody Mary, bloody Mary."

A vicious smug smile appeared, not mine.

Landscape of clouded sky with drizzling rain.

The sacred water equally purifying

Criminals, saints, lovers, deceivers

Even the immortal without any shadow

Disappointing lie.

A window of a wooden farmhouse

Familiar scent of damp soil and grape vine.

Alarming touch of lifeless hands

On the glass

Peep through the window

Brushing my eyelash.

There lay my child

Tear stains still visible on baby cheeks

Gleaming in the candle light.

I could not touch my reflection.

Author's Note

Contest- Make me cry from depression.
Outstanding.

Contest- Night is the real terror
Horror by moonlight

This writing contains some myths and deep meanings, so attentive reading is necessary.

Reviews

[AcasualPawn]

Touching............

I watched the cruelty of world
So in front of mirror i said 3 times
Bloody Mary, bloody Mary, bloody Mary."
I got what i wanted with a extra word
Coward

[Darcy Yellichzang]

when i read it, i could feel it. i could easily imagine how it looked like, the whole circumstances. it's a way from connecting with the words and the reader. it's almost a kind of magical

[Rafy T.Nym]

Thanks a lot, good to know that you enjoyed my writing.

[dan]

Rafy, the intensity that is underlying the word play and structure in this piece; it should be put to music. I wish I could. Your amazing ability to connect with the reader. Perhaps your amazing ability to challenge yourself with your writing. But whatever it is, DON'T STOP because of me. You really hit this piece out of the park. Congrats. take care...dan

[Rafy T.Nym]

Thanks a lot for your kind words, good reviews always inspire me to go on.

[Solar]

'Alarming touch of lifeless hands
On the glass'

a ghostly mother looking in at a life she can no longer touch?
Reference to the blood moon - prophecies? reflecting 'the olive tree' - biblical allusions?

so kind of reconciliation sought between the light and the dark?

[Rafy T.Nym]

Thanks a lot for the kind review. :-)

[Dani The Unreviewed]

Umm... Why didn't I read this one sooner?!
Lols, okay, thats the first thought, about it drawing in the readers.
Second, I love it.
Full rating.

[Rafy T.Nym]

Thanks a lot for the review and full rating, good to know you enjoyed reading this. :-)

[Dani The Unreviewed]

you're welcome :)

[Blackheart]

Thought provoking and so beautifully written. It was kind of atmospheric, like a thin haze of despair looming around on a cold winter night. Excellent use of words which glorified this more.
Alarming touch of lifeless hands
On the glass
Peep through the window
Brushing my eyelash. - I loved these lines!

[Rafy T.Nym]

Thanks a lot for the wonderful review.

[annalysiar]

It is I had to read some lines twice. Great format and even better write. Its gripping and very lively, with such a solemn message. Great write

[Rafy T.Nym]

Thanks a lot for the review.

[annalysiar]

You're more than welcome

[Athena writes]

that was gorgeous. I still write poetry that rhymes! but your passion shines through, so does your battle? What are you fighting so hard?
the words kind of flow into each other but the idea is a bit hard to follow but then again I might just not be intelligent enough.

[Rafy T.Nym]

Thanks a lot for the appreciation and kind review.

I guess you wanted to know about the fight that I symbolized here,it's not a fight but a search for a person's part of soul,in this case the child.Hope that helps.

[Athena writes]

Oh yes I got that but I was talking about the undercurrent of anger that seems to permeate through your words.

[Athena writes]

Yes it feels like you're disappointed in life. I wish I could send some happiness your way. You seem too young to be so melancholy.

[Rafy T.Nym]

:-) Your kindness is divine,thanking you is not enough to appriciate this.