test

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Magpie Tales - Soul Sharing

Image Courtesy of Tess @ Magpie Tales


It was a funny old house to begin with, out on it's own, no proper roads for miles around.  It stood bright at night, like Las Vegas in the middle of a desert.  On the porch late evenings, we talked, him more than I.  I was the listener, always was.

Most of the good bits about the house are gone now.  Haunting memories are all that remain.  He too left, not long after that last night.  I don't know why I choose to come back.  What I thought I'd find.

The front door on the porch is broken, hangs off the hinges along with the glass cracked windows and paint curling up like apple peel.  I rub my hands along where once we sat.  The wood course, dry, life sucked away by long hours of sunlight and abandoned nights. 

Once I loved to listen to the night sounds, a backdrop to his mellow words as I'd glide through it all, his tone changing with the lateness of the hour, or if he felt my father was nearby.  Whispers which caressed my neck as he leaned in closer.  I loved him.  I know that now.  

That last night before he went, I knew he wanted more from me.  More of my soul.  The part of me, I wasn't ready to share.  


For Other Contributions to this week's prompt visit HERE


Posted by Louise at
Labels: ,

40 comments:

  1. Michelle Moloney KingAugust 9, 2011 at 11:08 AM

    wow, I just love how you got the story from that picture. It is fanatic to see how differently people can interrupt pictures.

    ReplyDelete
  2. LouiseAugust 9, 2011 at 11:11 AM

    Thanks Michelle!

    ReplyDelete
  3. Brigid O'ConnorAugust 9, 2011 at 11:59 AM

    Lovely wistful piece. What might have been?
    I love your new blog look and congratulations on all your nominations and awards.

    ReplyDelete
  4. LouiseAugust 9, 2011 at 12:17 PM

    Thanks Brigid, love lost, a subject matter lasting centuries!

    ReplyDelete
  5. laurie kolpAugust 9, 2011 at 12:22 PM

    Memories of past loves can arouse a lot of questions. I especially like:

    "The front door on the porch is broken, hangs off the hinges along with the glass cracked windows and paint curling up like apple peel."

    ReplyDelete
  6. LouiseAugust 9, 2011 at 12:24 PM

    Yeap Laurie, that is one of my favourite lines too!

    ReplyDelete
  7. SnowbrushAugust 9, 2011 at 12:28 PM

    Oh, but it's so painful when one wants so much, and the other is holding back. Tess's painting illustrates this post beautifully.

    ReplyDelete
  8. LouiseAugust 9, 2011 at 12:34 PM

    Yes Snowbrush - I think Tess's image has resulted in some wonderful responses this week.

    ReplyDelete
  9. LolamouseAugust 9, 2011 at 12:36 PM

    "paint curling up like apple peel..." I love that image. You caught the mood just right with this one. Visits to the past can be painful.

    ReplyDelete
  10. LouiseAugust 9, 2011 at 12:39 PM

    They can certainly create some soul searching Lolamouse!

    ReplyDelete
  11. Stafford RayAugust 9, 2011 at 12:58 PM

    Most missed the body language here. You got it all. A very insightful interpretation-
    He wanted more, and it wasn't just her soul...
    But he still wasn't sure he wanted to commit and she knew it. It was already over.

    ReplyDelete
  12. LouiseAugust 9, 2011 at 1:06 PM

    Thanks Stafford - the games we people play!

    ReplyDelete
  13. Kat MortensenAugust 9, 2011 at 1:51 PM

    Whispers caressed my neck. *goosebumps over here!

    ReplyDelete
  14. LouiseAugust 9, 2011 at 1:54 PM

    Ah you're just an old romantic Kat!

    ReplyDelete
  15. LynAugust 9, 2011 at 2:01 PM

    This is lovely..poignant..I could see evey detail clearly....Paint curling up like apple peel...wonderful!

    ReplyDelete
  16. LouiseAugust 9, 2011 at 2:03 PM

    Thanks Lyn!

    ReplyDelete
  17. Everyday GoddessAugust 9, 2011 at 3:55 PM

    Sometimes we aren't on the same wavelength after all.

    Wistful piece that I enjoyed very much.

    ReplyDelete
  18. LouiseAugust 9, 2011 at 4:02 PM

    Thanks Everyday Goddess!

    ReplyDelete
  19. riggerscamAugust 9, 2011 at 4:22 PM

    "as i glide through it all" i liked this line, subtly spaced and very necessary. seems like you knew he was a "fake" not for you, but loved him at the same time.

    ReplyDelete
  20. UnknownAugust 9, 2011 at 4:32 PM

    I rub my hands along where once we sat.

    Exactly! Nice :)

    ReplyDelete
  21. Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis HallAugust 9, 2011 at 8:29 PM

    you know better,
    well penned tale.

    ReplyDelete
  22. Erratic ThoughtsAugust 9, 2011 at 8:59 PM

    Lost love can be very painful...
    This has such a poetic feel about it...
    Great writing!

    ReplyDelete
  23. LouiseAugust 10, 2011 at 12:29 AM

    Thanks riggerscam - perhaps she did know him to be a fake or perhaps not! Thanks Jessica & The Cello Strings.

    Erratic Thoughts, such a great name, I'm glad you enjoyed it.

    ReplyDelete
  24. TrellissimoAugust 10, 2011 at 2:09 AM

    So much better than my offering! Well done.

    ReplyDelete
  25. LouiseAugust 10, 2011 at 2:29 AM

    Thanks Trellissimo, but I doubt that - will check your post out later once I get a bit of work out of the way!X

    ReplyDelete
  26. Doctor FTSEAugust 10, 2011 at 6:23 AM

    Well crafted pangs of regret. Your technique well worth careful study.

    ReplyDelete
  27. LouiseAugust 10, 2011 at 6:27 AM

    Thanks Doc - your positive comment is very much appreciated!

    ReplyDelete
  28. Tess KincaidAugust 10, 2011 at 11:43 AM

    Romantic and bittersweet. Wonderful write, 120.

    ReplyDelete
  29. LouiseAugust 10, 2011 at 11:52 AM

    Thanks Tess!

    ReplyDelete
  30. Maude LynnAugust 10, 2011 at 7:15 PM

    So bittersweet!

    ReplyDelete
  31. Donna B.August 10, 2011 at 9:04 PM

    Your writing grabbed me and pulled me into a story I wanted to hear more of...excellent writing.

    ReplyDelete
  32. Anna @ waysidewordgardenAugust 11, 2011 at 12:30 AM

    Lovely romantic tale!

    ReplyDelete
  33. LouiseAugust 11, 2011 at 1:22 AM

    Thanks Anna, Donna B & Mama Zen!

    ReplyDelete
  34. Dave KingAugust 11, 2011 at 3:46 AM

    Very imaginative. I appreciated the cleverly and sparingly chosen detail which gives it such authenticity.

    ReplyDelete
  35. LouiseAugust 11, 2011 at 4:05 AM

    Thanks Dave - really appreciated!

    ReplyDelete
  36. Steve IsaakAugust 12, 2011 at 12:49 AM

    Sensory-/mood-effective 'that was then. . . now' work.

    ReplyDelete
  37. Tumblewords:August 12, 2011 at 8:34 PM

    Stunning. Superb imagery.

    ReplyDelete
  38. HelenAugust 12, 2011 at 11:05 PM

    As I read your Magpie I wondered how it could be you knew so much about me ... and realized so many of us have experienced what you wrote of so beautifully.

    ReplyDelete
  39. dsAugust 13, 2011 at 10:32 AM

    You captured this moment so well. Beautifully written. Thank you.

    ReplyDelete
  40. LouiseAugust 14, 2011 at 1:47 AM

    Thanks Steve, Tumblewords,Helen & ds - very much appreciated. X And yes Helen, the universal human condition affects us all.

    ReplyDelete

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)
Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...