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Catherine's Quest Pt. 1
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
The cold eastern air felt strangely calm on Catherine's face as she crossed yet another bridge to her dream. She felt nearly 10 years old again, anticipating Christmas, when the tree was decorated, the snow white, willowly clouds of frost and midnight approaching. A magical time returned to her memory and for a time, this time she allowed it to fill her. Upon her arrival in Boston, she was capitvated by the tall, red, brick buildings that seemed to speak of an English influence much like her anchestors and yet she had always clung to her Irish roots. Everything was different here. The people strangely familiar and the strength from building tall and historial held her gaze. History was indeed everywhere. The city had evolved to where she stood, here in the midst of it taking it all in. Yet Boston was not her true destination, for she wanted to visit Martha's Vineyard. Somewhere offshore from discovery to a new discovery, one of her own. A discovery she had thought about, dreamt about and planned for a very long time. Away from family, friends, in another world perhaps? Yes, she wanted to escape to another world where the pain and loss could be tasted with the last tear on a salty wave. The first one she would reach out to with open hands. The ferry ride was interesting, faces of young people, elderly people and refined rich people who appeared rather snobbish. Catherine said little, not wanting conversation, she only wanted to be alone. Alone with the ocean and her thoughts. She wanted to be alone to write and forget loss, pain and sorrow. Upon arriving at the bed and breakfast, she noticed it completely abandoned. A note on the door stating that she had been several hours late in checking in and to please make herself at home, the key included in the envelope. That was fine with Catherine. "Good, I don't want company" she thought. Taking advantage of the time to go in alone, opening the door to what appeared to be the most beautiful room she could ever have imagined in the middle of a place where charts and maps had brought many, now brought her here. The shelves lined with books many hardbacks, and bowls of seashells drew her eyes, but the antique desk caught her attention. A beautiful lamp to the corner with brass handles, she turned it on and dimmed it. Overhead a crystal chandelier gave another soft glow to the room. The bed and breakfast was nearly 200 years old, and Catherine felt she had been here before. The bed huge, with nearly 8 pillows and coverlets old fashioned, and tassels much like a romantic novel. "God, I'm exhausted." she crawled onto the side of the bed and laid there taking it all in. In her luggage were poems, works in progress and many notes scribbled aspirations. To be able to attain what she wanted she would have to reach in where the tears were, to find the writing that needed to be done. To learn, and learn and remember that a poem is only a moment going through you and to not be too attached to it. She wanted to improve, wanted to so much be recognized. Catherine had not meant to fall asleep and yet she did, it being nearly 4:00 in the evening "The ocean...the ocean..." she whispered to herself as she drifted off. It would be there, as would the shops and the hidden alleyways and the structured buildings that had always been there, waiting for her. She needed rest, needed sleep for in that she would find something she never imagined. Kathleen "How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace." Elizabeth Barrett Browning |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
This is good...makes me want to know why she went there. I have a feeling something strange is going to happen to her!!  |
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Christopher
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-02
Posts 8296Purgatorial Incarceration |
A nice start... go on. |
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LoveBug
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Member Elite
since 2000-01-08
Posts 4697 |
Ok, you caught me! I'm waiting for part 2!  "We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars." -Oscar Wilde |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
thank you guys, it will be finished this week! Kathleen "How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace." Elizabeth Barrett Browning |
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LadySofia Member
since 2000-05-16
Posts 238FL., USA |
I agree...it sounds like something is going to happen...perhaps relating to 200yrs before...? I too await the next chapter! ^_^ Amanda Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate, Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date. Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimmed; And every fair from fair sometimes declines, By chance or nature's changing course, untrimmed. But thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st; Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st. So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. William Shakespeare |
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