The turning
Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2022 12:36 pm
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This is an attempt at a prose piece, an ekphrastic thing. Sorry if it's rubbish. It's based on this picture, https://www.museodelprado.es/en/the-col ... e6d301e8c1
The turning
The doctor's voice fades, fades, I become more and more aware of the sound of water, the rhythm of water, a lapping, I open my eyes.
Blue sky, white clouds, puffs, trails, then the prow of a boat, the blue water. And across the water, something singing on the bank, an angel?! And beyond her, another, wandering with a man in the shade of trees, so many trees, all in full leaf, in fruit, and a peacock, feathers fanned, crooning, so beautiful! I must be forgiven, I have a place in Heaven! I weep. Thank you, God. Thank you.
I breathe, at last I can breathe again, no pain, no cancer, all gone and only the beauty, the forgiveness, the angels.
Suddenly a smell, a stench, meat, burning. I turn to the other bank and see… horrors! People, thrown into flames, screaming! Fields of mud, shit, people thrashing, sinking, wailing!
Please, God, not here! Please, forgive me!
This is your place. A voice, deep, gruff, above my head. I look up, a mass of man, feet, calves, thighs, genitals covered in blue and white, like the clouds, then stomach, chest, arms, shoulders, face, blue eyes, so cold. Charon.
Please, not to Hell! I wail. I beg, I cry, but he stands over me, the mass of man, the blue eyes, frozen.
The boat is turning, turning towards Hell, a gatehouse, people weeping, one man hanging over the top of it, trying to die again, and by the gatehouse, the three-headed dog, Cerberus, one head sleeping, one sniffing, one staring. Please, God, not here! Please, forgive me!
This is your place. Charon, relentless, steers us closer, closer, over the blue water, beneath the blue sky, his blue eyes frozen.
This is an attempt at a prose piece, an ekphrastic thing. Sorry if it's rubbish. It's based on this picture, https://www.museodelprado.es/en/the-col ... e6d301e8c1
The turning
The doctor's voice fades, fades, I become more and more aware of the sound of water, the rhythm of water, a lapping, I open my eyes.
Blue sky, white clouds, puffs, trails, then the prow of a boat, the blue water. And across the water, something singing on the bank, an angel?! And beyond her, another, wandering with a man in the shade of trees, so many trees, all in full leaf, in fruit, and a peacock, feathers fanned, crooning, so beautiful! I must be forgiven, I have a place in Heaven! I weep. Thank you, God. Thank you.
I breathe, at last I can breathe again, no pain, no cancer, all gone and only the beauty, the forgiveness, the angels.
Suddenly a smell, a stench, meat, burning. I turn to the other bank and see… horrors! People, thrown into flames, screaming! Fields of mud, shit, people thrashing, sinking, wailing!
Please, God, not here! Please, forgive me!
This is your place. A voice, deep, gruff, above my head. I look up, a mass of man, feet, calves, thighs, genitals covered in blue and white, like the clouds, then stomach, chest, arms, shoulders, face, blue eyes, so cold. Charon.
Please, not to Hell! I wail. I beg, I cry, but he stands over me, the mass of man, the blue eyes, frozen.
The boat is turning, turning towards Hell, a gatehouse, people weeping, one man hanging over the top of it, trying to die again, and by the gatehouse, the three-headed dog, Cerberus, one head sleeping, one sniffing, one staring. Please, God, not here! Please, forgive me!
This is your place. Charon, relentless, steers us closer, closer, over the blue water, beneath the blue sky, his blue eyes frozen.