Just a Spark

Sparks

Sparks (Photo credit: avl42)

I remember
Looming shadows
Large across old walls
In a quiet room

I remember
Low murmuring
Chanting in alien words
I did not understand

Swaying figures in this dark
Something coming
Just a spark
Just a spark

I remember
Kept there so patiently
Awaiting something
Completely unknown

I remember
Crying for my mother
Totally hopeless
And so alone

Singing sibilance so low
Electric pain
As above, so below
As above, so below

I remember
Learning to forget
Like a special talent
For a little girl

I remember
Fingers pressed lightly
Against my lips
To seal the vow

Swaying memories in the dark
Something leaving
Just a spark
Just a spark

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

About helenvalentina

Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.
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9 Responses to Just a Spark

  1. This one touched me deeply. Beautifully written!

  2. Cubby says:

    Haunting. Loved this. Sent chills down my spine. 🙂

  3. My God Helen I love it!!!!

  4. reocochran says:

    Sad and haunting, as cubby said above. I think that word fits. Mothers and daughters can be troubling and the spark leaving has many meanings, too.

  5. a ripple of electricity runs down ones spine 🙂

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