eclipse Posted November 25, 2020 Posted November 25, 2020 The wind rested on top of the branches of a tree in the park, not blowing below them. Sappho the cat followed the steady flow of spirits leaving the earth, passing the flakes of snow. The night searched for a cradle to lay down it's body of dreams, Sappho rubbed her head on Isaac's feet, as he opened his eyes daylight poured out like light entering a cave, he slept in the park and supplied black and whit Sappho with her first meal of the day. This was the tenth Christmas Isaac had been homeless and spent this time of year living on the park, the cat also appeared to be of no fixed abode, but unusually would not harm any of the birds that resided here, she would often lay on Isaac's with her ear pressed against his stomach, he had a dream that night about being lost in the desert and asking a sphinx for directions. Sappho watched as her friend built a snowman before leaving the park to walk the streets where he would see the fellow homeless sleeping in doorways, the faces in the coffee shops were as blank as that of winter, they did not see snow lit boughs. Isaac had sat on winter's plough and it wouldn't allow despair from the driver. Wine bars and large houses and their hard stares never bothered Isaac, a cat appeared in a window with tinsel in it's mouth, someone had put a crucifix on a snowman in the garden, it had a gold chain and silver cross, this was incongruous to this homeless man-the windows of the house cried tears of silver and gold. this winter two tales had been told of those with and those without. Sappho was sleeping next to the snowman when Isaac arrived back on the park that evening, he started to experience a strange vision of a heart beating next to a crucifix, he the saw a heart thumping through the bark of a tree. The cat had left three lots of prints in the snow, Isaac had three dreams that night in synchronicity. one dream about angels creating a sun thread by thread, black angels breaking up the moon and one about a remote figure flicking his fingers through different Universes. Isaac knew he now contained a duality and the leaves on the trees were like the souls of spirits who walked the earth until they were ready to leave, he was a fruit tree ghosting through history seeking the correct climate to plant his roots. Isaac started a fire, the snowman refused to melt, false prophets had fallen right through history, two sets of green eyes could see them in the flames. Clouds above were like prayers, Isaac took a few floating them on the park, a robin flew through them, a singing wound passing through time. The snowman's features altered imperceptibly to resemble those of it's maker. Sappho followed Isaac through empty streets in the early hours and watched him build snowmen in different gardens, they too would alter gradually to resemble their maker. Isaac started to experience a new emotion, his inner landscape was being transformed. Their was a brief surge in altruism amongst the locals, donations to food banks increased, the health of rough sleepers improved until the snow melted. An echo of a planet falling from a fruit tree in some unknown place and the indifference to closed eyes of a dreaming sphinx stitching links to unleash chaos alarmed Isaac, he imagined the tree next to the snowman growing hands, some wore rings, others held the pages of a book, he had to find fingerprints that matches his own, a candle fell from the tree through loose fingers with an imprint, Isaac realized he was a candle containing the indentation of a distant figure. Quote
tonyv Posted November 29, 2020 Posted November 29, 2020 Pretty good, Barry. Cats are weird, but Sappho takes the edge off this plight-of-the-homeless ditty, while Isaac gets drunk and high, building and bonding with snowmen all day and night. It's idyllic! If I could check into a bughouse for a stint and have people (paid for by other, of course) tend to my mental health with talk and pharmaceuticals, I would connect with the cat. I would look into its eyes, it would look into mine, and we would come to an agreement on what our mutual sarcophagus should contain. Thanks for the look within and without. I loved it. Tony Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic
David W. Parsley Posted January 2, 2021 Posted January 2, 2021 The concrete and the mystical repeatedly meet in uneasy detente for a pair of displaced souls. Unlocks the gate to the Other side of the Christmas season. Dickens would be distressed to see how much company we still keep with our half-forgotten children, Want and Ignorance. Thanks, - David Quote
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