Repose and Prose

My Apologies

Dear Readers, 

I do apologize for my unfortunate and prolonged absence.  Time has a tricky habit of sneaking up behind you and tapping you on the shoulder. When you inevitably look behind you, Time just skips merrily along humming a tune it picked up in the 17th century, and you are left bewildered and oddly exhausted. By the time you gather your wits about you (for they tend to scamper off to climb trees, chase trains of thought, et cetera) life has moved on and you have to huff and puff quite a bit to catch up. Along the way, you drop a few things, like joyful romps with your piano, quiet cups of tea, and blog posts. Therefore, I'm sorry. And I'm back! Hoorah, hooray! Well, actually, I've got to depart, as the carriage is waiting, and neither the horses nor their driver much like standing the rain. Don't fret, though. I'll be back soon.

Very emphatically yours,

Hannah Maverick

P.S.

Pressing murmurs out of the ancient soil

Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata

Moonlight on the twisted road,
And on the waters.
He moves through silence.
A phantom, a negative image, 
A whisperer of dreams, empty space.
This life,
His life
Is repetition.
The same sad notes and hopeful crescendo
Echo in the melancholy halls
Of memory.
He hurtles through darkness.
A once-dreamer, a lost love,
A mother's promise.
The darkness makes us all the same,
The darkness breaks us all the same.

What part of him has been shattered tonight?
Can it be restored?
Can he be
Restored?

Moonlight on the crumpled smile,
And on his eyes.
He glances at heaven,
And sees his tears suspended in the sky.
He bears the largest burden of them all,
especially heavy tonight.
Stars fall from his galaxy eyes
And twinkle on the pavement.

A master storyteller, child,
And weaver of melody,
He plays his last chords
Tonight.

Christmas!

Merry Christmas, everyone! 
I hope yours is wonderful & loverly.

Cruzin' down the Lane

SO. I had the best time last night (and this morning!) with my good fraaaaaaahn Cloë (owner of the amazing blog, Swallows in the Attic). We saw Jesus Christ Superstar, which was kind of cool and kind of lame. Haha.

Some especially loverly moments:

"I thirst...I thirst, I thirst. I'm THIRSTY."

The dude with the super deep voice

Being disruptive in the fancy Hollywood restaurant

"What I NEEEEEED right now!"

Elle oh elle!

And she slept over and we spent the night talking about people at school (tsk tsk tsk, I know) and making up nicknames for random people. And in el morningo, we watched a most DEEEE-Lite Full movie:

SON OF RAMBOW

it was, quite frankly, HILAIRS and HEART-WARMING

THE END!

FIN!
FINITO!

Patterns Swam Before Her Eyes- Revised

I made some changes. You like? Or no?

I smiled as he dragged me down,
As the waters filled with light,
Under a blue violet sky.

I might have screamed.
Probably tried to escape, at first,
Like we all do. 

'Til my struggle ceased
And my fingers waved of their own accord
In the cold, cold waters. 

I watched my laughter rise to the surface,
Caught in bubbles of sound.
I wonder if you could hear them popping.

Do I let myself fall, descend, float,
Down, down, down,
Further into the electric water?

It seems I don't have a choice.

Someone's body (is it mine?), suspended in
This, a glorious half-dream,
A crystal glass of trapped time.

White gold sparks dance around,
Shooting their sharp peals of laughter
Right through my head

What will happen if I let this
Serenity
Envelop me completely?

Then,

The lungs hidden under my flesh and bone-
Enveloped by slow flame as I hit rock bottom.
My toes dig into the concrete.

I push through miles of water to break the surface
For warm, fresh air on my face,
And gold and sapphire clouds in a amethyst sky.

The sky deepens within itself just for my eyes to see.
Deep, dark purple blooms behind the clouds,
Fresh-plucked petals at the bottom of an abyss.

Looking all around for the sparks
Jewels laid out upon a velvet sky
But the sly fingers of the water plucked them away. 

So...another breath, two more,
Then I let myself fall once again,
And I join the shifting spark-tide.

Patterns Swam Before Her Eyes

I smiled as he dragged me down,

As the waters filled with light

Under a blue violet sky.

 

I might have screamed.

Probably tried to escape, at first,

Like we all do.

 

Until the shifting mass blocked the white light,

And my hair glowed red brown and waved

Lazily in the cold, cold waters.

 

I watched my laughter rise to the surface,

Caught in bubbles of sound.

I wonder if you could hear them popping.

Do I let myself fall, descend, float,

Down, down, down,

Into the electric water?

Yes.

Someone's body (is it mine?), suspended in

This, the glorious half-dream,

A crystal glass of trapped time.

Somehow, white gold sparks dance around,

And my hair still glows

A passionate auburn.

There's an odd, striking resemblance

Between the reddish strands

And the white-turquoise world around me.

What will happen if I let this

Serenity

Envelop me completely?

Then,

The two lungs inside me decide

They need oxygen with a burning passion.

My toes dig into the concrete.

I push through the surface

For fresh and stale air on my face,

And gold and sapphire clouds in a amethyst sky.

The sky deepens within itself.

Deep, dark purple blooms behind the clouds,

Velvet petals at the bottom of an abyss.

And I can't see any stars.

But if I take myself seriously,

I'm not really looking for them.

Another breath, two more,

Then I let myself fall once again,

As I drift to slumber in the shifting tide.

Romeo & Juliet

The other day I watched a wondrously tragic movie called William Shakespeare's Romeo + Juliet. I recomend it to everyone in the entire world. The scene where Romeo grieves over Juliet is so intimate and sorrowful, my heart shivers just thinking about it. In fact, it inspired a sad little poem. Here 'tis, dedicated to the doomed love of Romeo and Juliet.

Grief covers him like a second skin. 

Sorrow sloshes around inside his empty body...

Manifests as loose tears in his

Mourning eyes.

They now look their last on fair Juliet.

Arms tremble as they take their last embrace.

Hands shake as they stroke her silken hair.

Fingertips quiver as they trace her pale eyelids.

Where is the youthful, reckless love that once shone from her eyes?

Where has her beautiful soul flown?

Where are the blooms of innocent joy that once adorned her heart?

All lost, quite lost.

He sighs.

He bends his weary head.

Presses a butterfly  kiss on her stone lips as a 

Sweet goodbye.

And as he lifts the cruel poison,

As it slips through his lips,

As his dying gaze lights upon her features, 

Juliet awakes.

Oh, To Be Young Again...

"Oh, to be young again." 

So sigh the ancient ones, with hearts heavy with the weight of their distant years. 

An old woman sits with her ginger-root hands resting limply in her lap. "I was beautiful once" rings again and again in her mind. A wrinkled grandfather warms his aching feet by the crackling fire. His eyes, which once held the same spark as the leaping flames, can see no more. A young boy hovers at the edge of the circle, flitting to and fro with youthful energy. A single thought brushes his consciousness. "I hope I never end up like them..." 

One night, one night, one night

Our souls were made of light

We believed with all our might

All the world was right

All loved, one love, none

Your quaint song had begun

Three days, two days, one

And now what's done is done

Tonight, tonight, tonight

I feel cruel winter's bite

Tonight, tonight, tonight

I've given up our fight

Lullaby For All Ages

Instructions for Reading: Get your hands on a copy of Claire De Lune by Claude Debussy. Press play, then let the first, sweet notes wash over you. Pause and appreciate the innoncent tale they whisper in your ears. Now you may begin to read, slowly and with great peace.

Sleep, dear one.

Drift to slumber, you nearest to my heart

Let yourself fall, like a feather on a gentle breeze,

Into your sweet and perfect dreams.

No melancholy in your soul.

Don't be afraid!

The monsters in this world can't touch you tonight.

Let there be peace, peace, peace in your weary heart.

Sleepy freedom awaits you on the other side...

No sad endings tonight, my love.

Now there is…

A soft escape from sorrow!

A daring new world,

Filled with exquisite joy!

Thick strands of love woven together with the silver thread of your wildest dreams...

All come true!

Laughter falling like snowflakes,

Swirling crystal kaleidoscopes of color,

Tumbling though the air

Settling on the ground…

Rest, at long last.

Everything is good again,

Everyone is whole again.

There are no broken hearts tonight.

Your shattered soul is made new once more.

Lift up your face, dear one!

Crystalized sunlight holds you in a sweet embrace,

A cool thread of a breeze winds across your open face.

You can hold your loved ones close to your heart

Without the fear of saying goodbye.

We can be together at last...

Lost forever in gleeful whispers

And charming melodies.

No sad endings tonight,

My love...