Warm Arms

She pressed her tiny back into the hard window frame. The curtains shivered across the sill and outside, a shadow tree whipped a wild dance against the copper sky.

Dark crept slowly towards her, a hovering cloak swallowing the last glowing drops of honey. Dark sliding gently around her slim shoulders, a mask that faded lines and washed away the colour with fine ash. A dark that suffocated and whispered, stretching deep inside.

Sitting hunched, already she could feel the gentle rhythm of the night, its breath warm in her ears the closeness of the secret place that held her rigid in its grip.

She knew the sound she strained to hear, over the restless breeze, over deafening silence, over rivers of words racing through her, each tendon stretched, nipped, waiting, waiting…..

Sleep hung like a terrible presence, heavy, pressing, insistent it called, faithless in its promise of oblivion. Velvet warm, like her mother’s arms, arms that dried like powder at a touch with soft eyes that fell back into the dark.

She listened, there it was a voice crying, somewhere distant the echo of footsteps always a little ahead. Round her head floated words never spoken, a last chance always in the distance a faint promise unfulfilled.

She watched as the door slid quietly open, soft grey moonlight made a ghost of her mother, with tears softly falling and lips moving words unspoken, whispered only to the night.

Her breath caught in her throat, it was all longing for a soft caress, the kiss of warm tears, warm arms. It pressed her forward right to the edge, the edge of the sill. She willed her hand to reach out, pale in the grey moon shining, legs so heavy, wooden like the cold stiff lip of the sill.
Shrinking back into the shadows she held close the dream of warm arms.

She could have called out, nearly did, the words almost hovering on her lips, then she remembered……….

Her mother’s eyes held no warmth, deep water floating slowly through her.

What did she see out there, out in the dark, dark sky?

And sleep, sleep would never come again or dreams. She stirred restless on the sill, dreams she remembered dreams, dreams of her mother’s tears on a summers evening where dark had crept slowly towards her. An evening so warm the window was just a little open and the breeze that hung sweet and heavy with roses.

She had only leaned a little on the glass and seen darkness pressed hard against the wood, cool on her face. Pressing forward to make out the faded colours, close to the edge of the sill. And dark, dark like a cloak had swallowed her.

She fell so gently so delicate like a doll she thought, the breeze silent and such small drops of warm dark blood.

How she longed for those warm arms and last words unspoken, silent tears on the windowsill. And now, now she would stay here forever but no-one it seemed would know.


Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Sorry still living in the land of the dead but as I'm away for the weekend with my mum I thought I'd leave you all a story.

9:39 PM  
Blogger Neel said...

Bravo! You write very well.

5:25 AM  
Blogger Aisha said...

wow. this is beautiful.

3:16 PM  
Blogger gulnaz said...

so poignant!
so beautiful!
and so well written!

6:41 PM  
Blogger iamnasra said...

it was just a story
it was more than that
it was heart warming poetry..
where mother glitter her love and warmth towrds the sky of her child

DO I make any sense ???

4:40 PM  
Blogger Amie said...

yes this is beautiful. made me miss my mom.

12:12 PM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

lovely to come back to such nice comments. I have had a lovely weekend with my mum, and guess what, the weather was actually nice for us. We talked loads, I was telling her all the things I wish I had asked my grand parents, then she told me lots of things about when she was growing up. it was really nice we just don't get the time when the kids are about.

6:30 PM  
Blogger Lorena said...

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4:04 AM  
Blogger Lorena said...

this is beautiful writing. the words selected, the imagery was amazing. it kept me in suspense as to who it was that was coming. very intense.

4:04 AM  
Blogger Neel said...

hi sue, i have had trouble getting my page to load today as well. i am going to post a recipe for you, i hope you like it.

7:02 AM  
Blogger gulnaz said...

good to see you back!
glad you had such a wonderful time with your mum! :)

10:04 AM  
Blogger iamnasra said...

Just thought to say hello..I fund you had lovely time with your mum...we have Arabic saying May God keep her safe and sound for you...Im wondering if it translates right

2:12 PM  
Blogger Bookend said...

Very powerful writing...

Thanks for droppin by my blog...

Hope to see you more often

4:11 PM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Lorena this evolved gradually I think I even kept myself in suspense, so I'm glad you felt that.

Neel thank you will be trying what looks like a delicious recipe.

Hi Gulnaz, it was great to catch up with you

Nasra my dad also used to say home safe and sound so I wonder if there's a connection, often we have picked up sayings from different cultures so long ago that we don't remember how the came to be or where from

11:24 PM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Welcome Bookend, will be happy to call again

11:28 PM  
Blogger . : A : . said...

Nice images you have created here.

10:25 AM  
Blogger Cocaine Jesus said...

oh sue, that is so bitterly sweet and sad. many years ago now i lost a friend from very similar and equally sad circumstances.
beautifully written luv.

1:03 PM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Thank-you CJ, I'm sorry though to hear that this brought back such sad memories. I hope you had a lovely holiday and will be posting some more, your Village tales always make me laugh

1:22 PM  
Blogger gulnaz said...

just saying hi :)

6:29 PM  
Blogger gulnaz said...

just saying hi :)

6:29 PM  
Blogger Russell Ragsdale said...

Beautiful, poignant piece, Sue! And I'll have to go check out cj's village tales too. Is that on Ritual Acts with Penguins or is that the other blog called VToFT?

2:35 AM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

thanks Russel Village tales of can't spell the rest, is the one

10:39 AM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Hi to you too Gulnaz

11:58 AM  
Blogger Gama said...

Tha was so beautiful :-)

11:14 AM  
Blogger iamnasra said...

Hope all is well with you...Did hear your news for awhile now...So I pray you are safe and sound


7:25 AM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Hi there Nasra, I'm absolutely fine just been really busy, will be catching up and doing some posting soon



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