In the garden where the roses used to grow

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jellybeans
Member Elite

since 2000-10-13

Posts 2298

0 posted 2001-08-28 10:12 AM

this was a dream where I was both the child and the aunt...was sort of hard to put to words, hope it came out ok, needed to put it down to get it out of my head

In the garden where the roses used to grow

Crouched low on the balcony
I listened to feed curiosity,
to satisfy my need to know.
The doctor was busying himself
as if in attendance
but there was really nothing
to be done,
she appeared unhurt.
Until you looked into her eyes
and heard the quiver in her voice.
She could barely repeat with a shrug
of her shaking shoulders...
I am sorry, I never made it
to the rose show.

    And I know I am just a kid
    but that alone was a shame
    her roses were the best hands down.

And then all went silent, even I
know the wringing of hands
makes no sound.

    They took me to the hospital
    because he dug a thorn deep  into my thumb
    and ripped with a downward  motion
    quick enough to be called an accident...
    I know now he didn’t want me  to see
    and maybe that was good
    from what I have heard retold
    he did me a favor

The taillights burned red holes in his eyes,
His lips curled in satisfaction,
he had effectively bundled
almost all the do-gooders into one bunch
and headed them off to the hospital.
He went looking for her in the rose garden...

    I knew something was wrong
    I could feel it deep within,
    but strong hands held the blood
    and me tightly bound
    I called for her to come, and
    she would have
    if only
    she had found her bag in time.

She watched him out of the window
for all intents and purposes
venting his fury on the roses.
But she knew him well,
he was watching for her to defend her roses
or try to escape.
Her only chance was in that moment that
the roses were no longer
and he would come inside to find her.
The path to the back door, in her head
she memorized.
If no footsteps were wasted
she might have a few minutes head start.
And just that she did, but luck was not
to be hers that night
her flowing gown for the rose show
conspired with him
and he was too soon after her.
Throwing her shoes she stumbled on
despite the pain-
a jerking from behind threw her down
as on her dress he stepped.
Face down she tried to hide, but
he turned her, seething blackness
You must
watch me.
This night I die.
He hissed.
You did this
you and your roses
and your do-gooders
always coming to save you.
He snarled.
Where are they now?
He didn’t strike her
as she expected
instead with his weight, pinned her down.
You aren’t going anywhere
he screamed in answer to her struggling,
I want you to see
the pretty snakes
when they crawl out of my head.

Once strikingly beautiful
now so pale and withdrawn
my aunt was never quite the same.

Silence sits with her for hours
in the garden where the roses
used to grow...

[This message has been edited by jellybeans (edited 08-28-2001).]

Cpat Hair

Member Patricius

since 2001-06-05

Posts 11793

1 posted 2001-08-28 11:02 AM

sureal...and a bit macabre...I liked a great deal.... nicely written..and nicely captured... makes one want to explore the inside of why...and what...

ethome
Member Patricius

since 2000-05-14

Posts 11858
New Brunswick Canada

2 posted 2001-08-28 11:04 AM

Very thought provoking but in depth a very good write...enjoyable read!

VAS
Member Rara Avis

since 2000-11-16

Posts 7450
Oregon

3 posted 2001-08-28 12:02 PM

fantastically written, it seems so real, terribly real, as some dreams certainly do and I am so glad to know it was only a dream, I hope this does help get it out of your head

it would certainly be unnerving!

jellybeans
Member Elite

since 2000-10-13

Posts 2298

4 posted 2001-08-28 03:11 PM

thank you....and yes it does help to write it out...sigh........I rarely dream and then when I do....its this....*shakes her head*...oh well....who's to say why things come into your head......this one I don't think I would want to know why....

Titia Geertman
Member Ascendant

since 2001-05-07

Posts 5182
Netherlands

5 posted 2001-08-28 06:36 PM

WOW what a dream and how well you described it, gave me goosepimpels all over.

The meaning of a dream is so often different from what one expects it to be.

Really loved it.

Titia

A rose is a rose is a rose...I guess...
Feel free to use the pictures on my website. http://communities.msn.com/Titiasplace/

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