Of Sea, Sky, Earth and Destiny

A-Z Parts I & II

 

I.

A IS FOR ART

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Prompt:

What to do there: Pick a painting to work with. Go for something figurative. Tell its story in detail as if you’re describing a scene. Stay within the frame. Focus on describing what you see before moving into “story”. When you’ve written for at least 20 minutes, allow yourself only one reference to what’s going on beyond the frame. Come back to describing what’s in the frame.


In response to Henn Kim’s Big Bang

 

 

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LADY FATE (or The Invention of the Star-Crossed Lover)

 

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There goes Lady Fate,

donned in solar sparks

and her lace corset.

Her overt promiscuity

catches the attention of

one unsuspecting astronaut–

his helm fogs as he exhales,

 his breath crude and lascivious —

and even Neptune’s eyes themselves

glitter wetly with passion

as she struts towards Polaris in

her pinprick stilettos.

 

She adjusts her stance accordingly:

 

I. Purse lips into a smoulder

(might as well look

pretty while ya get the job done.)

 

II. Aim for the desired target

(that there’s the bull’s eye.)

 

III. Wreak havoc

just as any Fate is meant to do.

(But, of course.)

 

She picks up her staff and fires.

 

The universe tremors

 in an unbridled spiral

of colour and chaos

as the planets

d    a    r    t

about like billiards,

colliding/|\with/|\ the/|\ stars

who,  in the midst of the madness,

d i v e r g e

and c* r* o* s *s*

for fear of being vanquished.

 

A cluster of mismatched constellations

and forsaken cosmic particles

settle into a state of

 mutual negligence and destruction.

And, together, they liquefy into

a festering pool of molten silver.

 

Lady Fate grins–

yes, she has the stars right

where she wants them now–

and, in a final act of defiance,

she strikes against the earth

and watches with satisfaction as

it hurtles towards the silver

and sinks down into the molten

like an eight ball.

(And everyone knows it’s

Game Over

once you’ve sunk the eight ball).

 

From where she stands–

bent over Polaris

in seductive pretentiousness —

Lady Fate relishes

in the screams

of some wretched lover–

the very first lover to ever be

betrayed by the stars.


II.

S IS FOR SEA AND SKY

L IS FOR LAND

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Prompt:

Write about movement. Sit and watch the world go by. Notice the differences between land and water and sky. If you don’t have a quay, a jetty will do, or a harbour, or a river bank. Tell the story of a character who transforms when they move from one element to the other and how this transformation impacts on their life, their relationships, and their daily routines. This could be your own story.


 If Mother Nature Could Speak (or How the Water Learned to Let Go)

Dedicated to Ophelia, the girl who drowned 
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Legend:
Water 
Air
Earth
Air & water
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Is my existence essential? 
Goodness, my sister!  
Now, how could you slander yourself like this by asking such a question?
Don’t you see?  I am unholy.  I destroy and I kill.  And, yet, you still think I am essential?
Sister!
Did you not see her?
What do you go on about, sister?
The girl. Two moons have passed since she jumped from the bluff overlooking my waters.  She was a beauty that one—hair thick enough to swim in, dark eyes that twinkled gold in the starlight.  Barely eighteen, and she’d drown in my waters. A child. I drowned a child. By the time I had willed my currents to settle, I was too late–she was gone.
You mustn’t blame yourself. 
It’s a sin to kill a Mockingbird.
It wasn’t your sin.  Nor was it the child’s.  It is the brutality of this world that has corrupted innocence. It is the sadness that kills. Not you.  Not the child.
It was my waters that sunk her.
Then by those standards, it was the metals dug from my earth that mutilated the child before she jumped.
Did you not see the blood running down her wrists? Did you not see those fatal marks—that of razor blades and rust? And was it not from my precipice that she plummeted? 
Aye, and was it not my air that the child fell through? Not even I am powerful enough to bend the laws of gravity to my liking. But it is not my sin. Perhaps it is Eden’s. From the moment the apple dropped from the tree, mankind too began to fall.
But—
Do you blame us?
Of course not!
Do you think us sinners?
Never my sisters! Never.
Then what makes you any different? 
When we don’t understand things—and the death of an innocent is not something that can easily be made sense of—we begin to doubt ourselves. Life becomes an anxious paroxysm of “ifs” and other hypotheticals.
We neither give or take life; we are merely the vessels through which this world’s inhabitants give or take life.
You’ve been awfully quiet, sister.
Do you comprehend these things we tell you?
I suppose so.
Well then, tell us what you have learned.
I’ve gathered our nature is a broken one. But it was not I, nor you, nor the child that did the breaking. We are only the products of corruption. Is this correct…?
Yes–and you must remember this.
And you must remember the child and what the child has taught you.
But how, sisters? How am I to do that?
You must go on. You must live for the child who could not.
That is how you will keep her spirit alive.  
And this is how shall exist. This is how you shall let go.

 Twist on Prompt:

  • Metaphoric movement/evolution of water + movement of the child from earth to air to water.
  • Water, Air, Land personified as characters

Full moon over tide animated gif. (n.d.). [image] Available at: rebloggy.com [Accessed 5 Apr. 2018].

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2 thoughts on “Of Sea, Sky, Earth and Destiny

  1. Jade,
    Your writing never fails to leave me in awe. You adopt stylistic choices and explore subjects that many writers could never think of, let alone execute. Pieces like this hardly need any critiquing- so I’ll start with everything that I loved.
    1. It is clear how developed your voice is throughout both of these pieces. Although both styles are different, the clarity and confidence of your writing falter in neither.
    2. Your approach to both of your chosen prompts is SO creative. It is evident how much effort and thought you put into the creation and perfection of your work.
    3. The details in each of your pieces truly leave me speechless. Every sidenote and transition is incorporated so seamlessly.
    My personal favourite line- “When we don’t understand things—and the death of an innocent is not something that can easily be made sense of—we begin to doubt ourselves. Life becomes an anxious paroxysm of “ifs” and other hypotheticals.” Here, your “moral”/ theme are connected so perfectly to your storyline. After reading this line I was forced to pause and ponder the idea you presented(… and YES, I’ll admit, I did google paroxysm). Writing that makes its reader think critically about/ question the world can be written only with deliberate intentions. Throughout both these pieces, your intentions were clear and your skills were beautifully showcased.
    Excellent work!!
    For these pieces, though, I would have loved to have had a paragraph explaining your thought processes and inspirations. Although your points are made perfectly clear in your writing, as a selfish reader, I would have loved more! This piece left me wanting to read more of your work, and that’s hardly an issue:)
    Thanks for sharing!
    Kanchan

    1. Kanchan,

      I can’t tell you how much I appreciated the reassurance your comment has given me. If we are being completely honest, I lowkey threw these pieces together at the last moment, so part of me was worried my writing would come across as being sloppy. That isn’t to say I didn’t try– I suppose I was worried that my efforts would prove to be medicorce. So I am so very glad that you enjoyed my pieces! And I am glad that I was able to introduce you to a new word. Actually, “paroxysm” might very well be one of my favourite words. 😛

      And, now that you mention it, I agree that an explication would have better tied my ideas together. Thank you for your suggestion, and, more importantly, thank you for reading!

      –Jade

      P.S. YOUR writing never fails to leave ME in awe

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