U K Hero
PART TWO OF THREE
A Christmas Tale
On the Eve of Christmas, amidst the sounds of the season~~bells ringing, children singing…a small flat holds the silence of years.
A little town in England called Monks Kirby abounds with caroling and laughter, but the tiny flat remains quiet, as if sound has never existed.
One small light in the window glows
A lamp upon the desk
The oil burns long into the night
With darkness comes no rest
No joyful sounds come from inside
Save the scratching of a pen
Only silence lingers now
Where singing once had been
On Christmas Eve, a joy of joys
It begs for her to hear
To sing again with Northern wind
And dry away a tear
Blow hard, North wind
Breathe true and harder still
For tonight, together
We'll dislodge this lonesome ill
And the North wind blew…
A lonely woman lives inside the small residence, ignored by her neighbors who won't attempt to speak to her. The room is so small it barely accommodates the three pieces of furniture ~ a large mahogany roll-top desk, a chair and a small bookshelf stacked with newspapers.
On the top of the desk, next to the lamp, is a photograph in a simple wood frame. The picture is part of a nightly ritual where tears are shed over it, and then it is carefully polished and placed back into the glow of the lamp. The position of the photo is very important--there mustn’t be a glare on the glass to obscure the words in the bottom right corner:
May we never marry
Except to one another
And if we part
Then in solitude we tarry
To pen our locality in paper
Archie + Melanie
The lamplight a circle around her, she sits very still for a long time, lost in her memories
Her eyes stare at the photograph
The black and white of long ago
Still feeling their hands entwined
In silence yet hears his laugh,
Her eyes don't wander from the image
Though they freely flow with tears
For there's never been an answer
To all her letters these years,
She'd penned them with promises
Of Paris in the spring
When June they danced on wishing stars
And lovers' hearts took wing
And the wind blew the lamp's flame…
She had penned many an add in the personal column of the ‘Times’ and after many years received a reply from the local postmaster of a village called Littleworth, stating, that a man matching Archie’s description was residing close by.
She penned many a letter to ‘Archie in Littleworth’ but never received a reply, she concluded that Archie must have found another, believing that he never forgave her for leaving him in the hospital.
But all that changed when a week ago she received a strange letter. She remembers the day well, a windy day yet the clouds seemed to wait for an invitation to move. It was also strange that the postman didn’t rap on the front window to attract her attention, a daily ritual for which she was grateful. The letter read;
Find a place of worship
You’ll see my love is true
Hear my heart in calling
The bells will ring for you.
The letter written in a strange ink was not signed, it had to be Archie who else!
She deciphered the meaning as, meet me at the local church, but which one not knowing whether Archie meant her church or his.
She penned her reply with date and time to meet;
We’ll meet at the local church
On the eve of Christmas day,
I’ll be there at 5:30
I’ve such a lot to say.
Like the bells within the church
We’ll find if love rings true
I believe, I’m a woman worthy
Eight years in wait for you.
The day arrived, her final actions in the flat were methodical in action as if she had done them many times before, she placed her picture gingerly into her hand bag, sprayed a few drops of her favorite perfume onto her cheek turned to face the lamp, smiled, and left the flat…
End of Part Two
By UK Hero and the ultra talented Caroline