Thursday, March 22, 2012
Dew
Water seeps from all directions out of every crevice of your body. You feel scorched. Your thirst is slowly controlling each limb. Despite your struggle, you wear a fine countenance, well enough to fool anyone. You limbs writhe and twist aching for that precious extract that will slake all thirst in your soul forever. When you will find this substance is solely dependent on that sweet, sly, smile. How well can you fool others with your face? Only the results of your expedition will answer.
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This reminds me of Tantalus, a little. I mean, at the moment it doesn't seem like it ties in very well with your fairy tale theme, which is great--one can't write about fairy tales all the time--but if you did want to take it in that direction, that's where I'd go. (Mind you, I could be missing something. This seems like it's alluding to something; I just don't know what that would be.)
ReplyDeleteThis piece was like an existential deodorant commercial, or one where the camera won't stop filming so the actor can never let on how tired and dehydrated he really is. It's a nice length too.
ReplyDelete"Water seeps from all directions out of every crevice of your body." is either the sexiest or most disturbing description of dew (it's like sweat, kind of, too) I've ever heard.
ReplyDeleteI really like this description of plants. There's some clever marriage between language and biology. The word "expedition" made me question--are those the roots? Also, if dew happens in the morning, how is the plant scorched?