I am waiting for you, my husband. I am waiting for you, my beloved.
I fear you will never return.
When you do, will you recognise me? My soul is imprisoned in the hard heart of this tree, another victim of your mother’s magic.
I cannot call out to you or wilfully move my limbs. I must let the wind speak for me.
I fear I will be waiting forever.
But forever is not so long.
Once I thought forever meant an eternity. But even eternity will cease at the end of time.
I can wait. I can wait forever.
Love it. Reminds me of an indian fairytale my grandma told me, where the wife was turned into a mango. I believe in happy ends and I beleive he will find a way to release her from her woody prison. :-)
ReplyDeleteHere is my contribution:
http://366degree.wordpress.com/2012/03/23/back-to-nature/
Cheers!
Yes, it is a fairy tale, but I am not certain about the happy ending...
ReplyDeleteYes I liked this, the idea of the lover being entrapped within a tree. Poignant and nicely told.
ReplyDeleteMine's at: http://castelsarrasin.wordpress.com/2012/03/23/to-bring-you-home-friday-fictioneers/
Wow, Ms Glamoura, you really went for the Romance-Fantasy-Fairy Tale and you got it. Should be a longer story, I think. I love the idea of forever only lasting to the end of time!
ReplyDeleteSad beautiful poetry. Great job!
ReplyDeleteReminded me of Soldier Son Trilogy by Robin Hobb, the soul frozen in a tree.
ReplyDeleteHere's mine: http://teschoenborn.com/2012/03/22/friday-fictioneer-3/
Beautiful. I am sure this will have a happy ending and her love will find her and break the spell.
ReplyDeleteMine is here: http://www.lisamccourthollar.com/2012/03/dead.html?spref=fb
That's beautiful...if he is her true love, the rules of fairy tales dictate he will see her and return her to her normal state. Or, maybe not...but she will indeed live forever as a tree. I enjoyed this.
ReplyDelete~Susan (here's mine: http://www.susanwenzel.com/)
My imagination sees her husband cutting down the tree and using it in some key way in his house, that way they can be together.
ReplyDeleteHere's mine: http://postcardfiction.com/2012/03/23/trapped/
Wow!--I thought my mother-in-law was tough! :-) Anyone who has grown up on the prairie (as I have) KNOWS that the wind speaks. I must believe the wind will whisper the answer and free the imprisoned spirit. Nicely done--I loved this story. It's very much like the Indian lore that I love to read.
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Thank you. I was trying to be a folk tale gone bad....
ReplyDeleteI liked that Linda, reminds me of one of the greek myths...can't remember which one but I thought one of them had been turned into a tree. Maybe Artemis or Diana? That was a different style for you, too.
ReplyDeleteAh, no it was Daphne, a follower of Artemis. I love mythology and would enjoy seeing all of them turned into modern-day tales much like they're doing with the fairy tales nowadays.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Madison, I know folks are always getting imprisoned in trees, so poor Daphne... I tried to get the phiosophical take of a tree in the prisoner's thought patterns....
DeleteVersion 2 of your story improves it, I think. I suppose no one will see version 1 now. As you know, I love the idea of forever being finite, lasting only to the end of time. Which, I suppose, is the same as wondering what is beyond the universe or what exists after a universe dies. Your favourite topics, right?
ReplyDeleteI notice that you never commented on my story, by the way. I always notice those things.
How unfair! You know I was the first one to comment on your site! Yet your site refused to read my lovely and well written critique! So YOU HAVE TO GO TO YOUR EVIL MODERATION PAGE - and approve my lovely comments!
DeleteSo there.
I wrote another one anyway!
Blast that evil mother. When the old witch dies, the spell will be broken and he will find a way to free you from your prison. Here's mine:
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Hi..I left a comment but don't see it.
ReplyDeleteBlast that evil mother. When the witch dies, the spell will be broken and I'm sure he will free you from your prison.
Here's mine: www.triplemoonstar.blogspot.com
OOps sorry... The first comment took a while to cook...so you got two. Go and delete one of them.
DeleteThat's Okay, and thanks for saving me. I didn't think I would ever get out of that tree!
DeleteThat was beautiful. I loved the third paragraph, and the end. Very well done.
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Really a lovely piece here...i empathise with the Victim. Well done!
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Love the fantasy you've spun of a husband imprisoned in a tree by his mother's magic. Great start for a short story. Here's mine: http://furiousfictions.com
ReplyDeleteInterestinly Freudian that you saw the son imprisoned by the mother's magic. It is the story of the wife waiting for her husband to save her. She is the one in the tree, who cannot reach out to him or call, but must wait, possibly forever...
ReplyDeleteJust happy little me,
Lindaura
Mystical and beautifully written tale of magic and longing. So sad she got trapped by the evil mom...
ReplyDeleteMine:
http://writetuit.wordpress.com/2012/03/24/flash-friday-kill-shot/
Hi Lindauara,
ReplyDeleteTalk about a mother-in-law problem. Seriously, nice sense of longing and loss in this imaginative story.
Here's mine if you haven't read it yet. If you have, thanks: http://bridgesareforburning.wordpress.com/
"I can wait. I can wait forever." I love this repetition. It's just powerful and realistic. And I love embodying trees. What a beautiful piece.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Oh Lime, You uplifted my spirits today with your kind words.
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