Guest Post: Love Is A Windy Dancer

I always have hated doing dishes.  However, in an old farmhouse where I lived at one time, it was bearable.  I had four small windows just above the sink looking out over a field.  I would stand looking out these windows daydreaming about life and my future while doing the dishes. 

I have always had a very vivid imagination.  At this time in my life, I was learning about love.  I had recently found that love is not perfect.  We have moments where our hearts burst with love for another and moments where we are simply content to be with that person.  There are bitter sweet moments and moments when we feel totally lost and out of control as well as moments that our hearts are broken and our souls scattered.

I was around seventeen years old when I thought up a story about two lovers while watching the tall grass being blown by the wind.  Here is a version of the story from memory:

I find myself standing barefoot in a long flowing nightgown looking out a large, open window framing a field lit by a full moon.  I can see the long, thin grass just on the edge of the field being courted by the wind. 

The grass, a graceful dancer, bows low as the wind greets her.  The wind takes her long thin arms throwing them up into the sky swirling her around and around to a secret music that only they can create together.  The wind presses his force upon the grass.  The grass begins to gently sway to and fro in his strong embrace.  Her long skirts swish as they dance out into the field under the moonlight as one. 

As the wind picks up speed he finds more beautiful dancers waiting for his touch.  He deserts his new found lover for the sweet embrace of a new partner.  He picks his new companion up only to quickly fling her aside for another and another creating huge ripples in the field. 

After some time he becomes exhausted and saddened.  He misses his lover.  He races to her side, gently caressing her slender, fragile figure.  She bows low for a long time, thinking if she should return to his arms or not.  He teases her with bursting steps of energy promising to never leave her side again.  The grass spins slowly around knowing that her heart will not flutter uncontrolably without the winds force tickling her into life.  She surrenders and returns his gusts of love with quick and steady leaps.  They step back out into the field prancing and laughing together just as the music softly starts.

By Pumpkin

Comments

[ally bean]

What a marvelous use of your mind while washing dishes! I like your story.

[Zoubida]

It can be such a wonderfull moment for the mind when you're stuck with dishes to wash by hand. Windows looking over a nice vew definetly help.

[Monty]

I wonder what you could write if you sat down at a computer in a quiet room with a cup of coffee? I couldn't write that creatively or that well if Shakespeare were sitting there coaching me with ideas.

[Margaret]

Excellent flight of fancy and so well-written. I like the way you can turn the mundane into the beautiful.