An Eternal Love
Reborn for the new version of UKA
I concentrated,
Intently,
On her every word –
The blink of her eye,
The turn of her head,
And her hand touching
Her glorious hair.
And every sound she made
Floated joyously
Like tiny white feathers
That never landed –
Never attenuated –
Could never be lost.
She was embedded
Forever in my mind:
Never to be forgotten
But there came a moment
When I turned my head –
I know not why –
And I was consumed
By the mounting pyre.
The spectacle of wood
Stacked purposefully,
Rhythmically.
My stomach lurched,
I felt the heat and flame.
She called out my name.
I was someone else
She was irradicable.
She was unchangeable.
Save she had passed through the fire.
© griffonner 2023
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actually there are those who believe that burning the dead makes it impossible for them to reincarnate. that the flesh must be consumed by other living organisms (vultures, maggots etc) to complete the cycle and start a new one. who knows if a strong connection such as Love is also one to be repeated eternally without the interference of a pyre (or an atomic bomb)
perhaps I have not understood it well, but I saw a male hoping to be united in (or through or because of) endless reincarnating cycles with the female of his choice.
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Thank you for your appraisal, Nicoletta, I greatly appreciate it. You did see the story as described in your last sentence. 🙂 I, and my protagonist (a Hindu), believe that everything boils down to energy (and Spirit). My protagonist believes that the right of passage or passing through the fire, destroys the body but not the spirit which will return to experience another life. In the romantic tradition of lovers, my pair desire and believe that they will continue their love, be it in a new life, or in Spirit. It is, in the end, all a matter of interpretation… Read more »
good heavens! what a story…
I loved this poem when you posted on back page. It is atmospheric and full of original lines.
It speaks to me of timeless love, the kind that survives ages…twin flames.
Congratulations on the nib well earned.
Alison x
Thank you Alison, I have not forgotten how you interpreted this when you first read it, and how brilliantly you saw my meaning. I appreciate you taking the time to read and comment again, you are very kind.
Allen
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La belle dame! Well done! I loved this.
Thank you, Supratik.
To have written something that even one other soul enjoys, makes it all worth while, doesn’t it.
Blessings,
Allen