This is my entry for this week’s Writer’s Carnival. How could I resist the theme of fallen angels?
The Comet’s Love Song
by T. S. Bazelli
I heard you call to me in your dreams. Your blue green promise wakened me from frosted slumber. Come, you called, and I strayed on my journey though the vastness of space, drifting towards you, my only love. How could I resist?
I am yours.
Faster now, I approach. The sound of your promises scream loudly in my heart as you come into view. Already I am dying, but I cannot refuse your gravity. I burn, shedding first the ice of my long journey, and then the fragments of stars.
I feel you reach out to embrace me. You too shed skin at the impact, our dusts mingling, and I sink into you, losing myself.
The last smolders of my body are cooling in your gentle breath. I am almost gone, but I am content, my love, to have burned hotly at least once.
That is lovely! Thanks for sharing.
Thanks Jules!
Love this: “I burn, shedding first the ice of my long journey, and then the fragments of stars.”
In terms of the writing, I think this piece is your strongest yet! And I love how it could work on so many levels (literal or figurative).
Thanks Kristan! I think the short length allowed me to give more focus to the smaller details than I usually have time for.
Also, too bad the comet didn’t love the poor dinosaurs who were infesting the skin of her true love.
It was well-written and very nice, but that’s kind of the image that came to my head at the end. 😉
hehe actually I did think of that, but it broke up the flow of the story. Decided that this was a smaller comet and not an actual extinction level event. But! ah hah! You did assume it was earth. That’s good. That’s what I was hoping. 🙂
Where’s the fun in a comet that’s not an extinction-level event?
😉
Oh, wait…
That managed to get in a whole load of beautiful imagery with not that many words – like a small, well polished opal. Or a briefly glanced comet!
Thank’s David!