Firebird
An incomplete telling, a tasty tease,
to be completed… some other time.
written by Theodore Ross
Summer would
be wet. Summer would be raining. Summer would be cold. Firebird was grieving. Grieving and since still in her youth: controller of the elementals through, most wholly unintentional
denials... excuse me,
desires. The only way the summer would
shine would be if and when, she was returned to flight.
There was
nothing wrong with the rain. Rain was,
after all, the keeper of solitary. The master of alone. Rain did not challenge nor diminish. It knows it’s strength and the way to slip through the molecules of living. Permiating. Awakening... Something deeper than otherwise
intended.
Rain was the
bringer of life. It annointed her. Consecrating her desire.
Firebird, was a true, natural born, Phoenix.
Kara brushed
her long dark blond hair, back away from her face... Her hair was always getting in her way... but she would not cut it! That would be a kin to clipping a Unicorns
mane!
“You
jest! You fool me! You trick me! Father, and no mother... no mother because of
who I am. She who was
born, of her own ashes, destroyed by her mother’s sorrow. She could not bear the accompaniment of sun,
her own greed for power, diminishing her in the same light from wince I first
came.”
Father! You competed to destroy me! Refusing to
accept wisdom granted, from the mouth of a child, worth listening to. How tire I! I who
bear the burdens you fled and hid from so young!
Shall I tell
you! Would it help if I were to bring to light these fragile origins, and then you,
might not, so fully despise me, for what of gift, I possess within.”
Kara stood
and turned. Her eyes
flashing to glimpse who stood behind her. To know whose hot breath had crept so
suddenly across the pulse point of her neck. A hand. A faint touch, slipping, slipping, so quickly
to stillness once again.
No one. No one was
there. He was gone in the instant he
touched her. Drawn
across the chasm between them. To
hear her voice set clear and strong, yet again. He knew she was alone. He knew!
Cry folly all! He knew and so it was, an aloneness she bore with a fierce independent
nature!
Cry fowl,
grandfather rooster, echos. He calls with the end of the day. He sings out for all who are kindred to hear:
the Earth is here. The Earth is mother... father. The
Earth will not betray your solitude to a petty whim of mortal resistence. Calm. Calm, dear sister. These pains will mend soon!”
Part mortal, part
elemental, he steadies the young birds heart from the
distance.
Here. Here, inside of all of this. Kara! The cries come out from across the winds of time. Kara! You are strong enough. You are
strong enough!
She lays
down at the edge of the woods. She is
weary. No one can see her. No one will ever know. She curls in the isolation of the cold
rain. Her face slightly muddied she lays
against a soft fern bed. The moist place. The quiet place. The place where wild mushrooms grow.
Had she
tripped? Had she fallen? How had she come to this place. How? Kara looks around. She sees the
outline of the work that remains ahead. She sees the field at the edge of the sub-division.
There, there
is where I will be, Jack said. Just as
the edge of these shapes. I will wait
for you in the wild! I will comfort you
in the unseen. I will! I will! I will protect you. I will invoke
you. I will be there to make you
whole.
Kara
stood. She was tired. She wanted more than this dull slowing that
kept the final precipice just a little farther and off to the right... What dignity in these affairs? That I should a light and
with a foolish heart. Surrender! Surrender. Myself, to you! My equality as less..than would bear the
accompaniment of the heavens!
Cry
folly! Cry folly that I should be made
as other than this! I will lay seige to you fears! I will lay seige to your trembling heart! This is not what right between two such as
the likes of we! Jack! “
Kara ran
through the woods. Through
the depths of ivy and fern... past the tendrils of honeysuckle and the scratch
of wild blackberries... through the tumbling, blood rush of desire. Into a clearing beneath an
old sacred tree. There he
turned. There he stood. There was Jack and she.... His hearts truest kindred. His fast furious desire. His longing, requited by her touch, though in
some measure despised.
She would
make this difficult. He wanted her but
he knew he would have to disappear again. No true detection. It wasn’t
allowed, not now. Maybe
someday, but not now. She had to
stop pushing. She had to stop
trying. She had to let him... be...
Kara stood
five feet shy of her beloved... and she stopped.
He looked at
her. She looked at him. He smiled. She smiled. He was confused. Would she not try to kiss him? Try to convince him? Try to distract him with some words of love
which he never could believe! Was she not...
his ruiner, the one who had captivated what only ever
sought to be in solitude? How dare she! How dare she
render him to this... broken, by the knowledge of the complete appetite with
which he wanted her and would always, always deny!
Kara wanted
him. She wanted him with a hunger past
longing and beyond the clumsy grasping of despair. Time had been a teacher,
healer and friend. She wanted to reach
Jack. She wanted to touch him: to free
in him, the passion for life that he had freed, unintentionally, in her. ...but Kara knew... she knew with the
certainty of breath...
He reached
his hand toward her. She reached her
finger tips toward him. A single step. One
movement forward, and he could just bearly touch her.
Kara
transformed. Light poured from every
sub-atomic particle of her being. She
shrieked! The fire! The fire! The light! Light of summer! The clouds. The clouds melted in a wave of quickly
diminishing fog. The
west wind bringing with it a cool currented breeze. Leaves blew clear... and the tops of the
trees swayed as the storm cleared away.
The day was
a cloudless, crystal blue. Kara thought of Jack, somewhere just beyond her
reach. He was watching her. He would remember her
always.