dogwood petals, part II by PheobeMeryll, literature
Literature
dogwood petals, part II
The hamadryad moved. Her half-awake brain heard rustling noises and warmth all around her. For a moment she thought she was back in her forest, sleeping beside her tree, but as she began to regain cognition, she realized the surface she lay on was too soft. It was smooth, unnatural strange, strange...
Panicked, her eyes flew open and met at once the dark eyes of a human male who stood over her. Memories of the morning flooded back to her, and her muscles tensed as the man began to speak.
Im glad to see that youre awake, he said. I fear I had to be rather rough with you this morning.
She turned
Droplets of dew gathered on the waxy surfaces of the forest leaves and plants, glistening like tiny iridescent stones in the dawning light. The wood was bathed in early morning fog, and even the illumination of the sunlight did nothing to unobscure the foliage and brush beyond the grasses. There, curled up inside the entanglement of shrubbery, her breast rising and falling in the pattern of her breathing, slept Cruetia, spirit of the dogwood tree. Dew formed equally over her white limbs, round and supple with veins of forest green clearly visible, and upon her hair, which due to the cold was red as the bark of the dogwood tree in the winte
Torches flickered, dimly lighting the small room while at the same time affording it with some slight warmth. Jade eyes peered from behind the large brocade curtain which hung before the old mans sick-bed. Their bearer, a young woman of tall stature and silent movements, watched the old figure on the bed with a quiet expression of sadness. Today marked the third week of the sickness that had taken her uncle of a sudden with no explanation. He was a robust man of firm constitution and so his sudden illness had made little sense to those surrounding him. Thyclas brow, wreathed in conflict, darkened as she heard the sound of a d
You stand there, so fragile and thin
One amongst many.
The sun shines right through you, and I can see your very veins in its luminescence.
Are you ever afraid of your frailty?
I ask you this; but then I look around and see
Countless others by your side
Others whom, at one glance, would seem to be your clone in every aspect.
They surround you undique
A flooding embrace of kin
Are you just another of them?
I ask you this.
All together you sway in accordance to the wind
You would never think of defying it, would you?
You would never refuse to bow to the higher powers
Because to do so would be to defy your entire kin.
If one of y
The rain falls
In a stream of silver and seafoam
Upon the ground below.
I look up at the sky; it is clothed in cobwebs
Of gray and black.
Why does my soul feel so heavy
Like a cloth drenched with water
Too heavy to breathe
I am suffocating in the darkness
I am impatient with the world.
My blood throbs like the leaves on a limb when a summer gust blows through them. I can feel it rushing through my veins, leaving my pumping heart, and gliding down through my fingertips, which thrill as they reach the ebony. The pounding of my heart at once relaxes, and my lungs seem to expand with some unknown substance, sweeter and lighter than air. I have become one with the music, and my happiness is so great that it hurts. My fingers are moving and my bow is gliding, but I cannot express myself; too much of this feeling has welled up inside of me. I shut my eyes, and tears force their way beneath my lashes. This is happiness.