The Rope Necklace
Little Princess looked across the room. To the corner where they lay. The little shards of glass which were once a beautiful crystal ball. Her confidante when dark clouds came to visit The Man's kingdom. It wasn't a game The Man liked to play. Though she hoped one day he will sit next to her, hold her hands and gaze into their future together. Happily.
-- *** --
Little Princess looked deep into the mirror and smiled. The pearl necklace on her neck grinned back. Small white gleaming crystal balls on her body. Nobody ever understood her. Not the King. Not The Man. Not even her crystal ball. A shadow crossed her mirror image. Someone did. But all that belonged to a different era that no longer exists. Just like the crystal ball. She stared at the wound in her hand. The one she got when she tried to throw away the remnants. Her crystal ball was gone but the scar would remain. As a testimony to what she lost. And what she gained.
The Man. She caressed his furrowed forehead. What passed through his mind? Did the policies of the Seer Fraternity and the Kingdom's troubles weigh him down? Or was it her love for magic? Why did she find it hard to sleep? She caressed her necklace. A rope would feel softer. And it would lift her away. Far from all the madness. The Draught of Eternal Sleep. The Man snuggled closer to her in his sleep.
She closed her eyes. Not tonight. Tonight, the pearls shone brighter than the rope.
-- *** --
It was a breezy morning when The Man walked in on Little Princess gazing into her crystal ball. Her face bright among the shadows thrown by the ball. Little Princess looked up, smiled and called The Man inside; into her world of magic and love. And then she froze. Just like the face of disgust that froze over The Man's face as he walked away.
-- *** --
Little Princess looked deep into the mirror and smiled. The pearl necklace on her neck grinned back. Small white gleaming crystal balls on her body. Nobody ever understood her. Not the King. Not The Man. Not even her crystal ball. A shadow crossed her mirror image. Someone did. But all that belonged to a different era that no longer exists. Just like the crystal ball. She stared at the wound in her hand. The one she got when she tried to throw away the remnants. Her crystal ball was gone but the scar would remain. As a testimony to what she lost. And what she gained.
The Man. She caressed his furrowed forehead. What passed through his mind? Did the policies of the Seer Fraternity and the Kingdom's troubles weigh him down? Or was it her love for magic? Why did she find it hard to sleep? She caressed her necklace. A rope would feel softer. And it would lift her away. Far from all the madness. The Draught of Eternal Sleep. The Man snuggled closer to her in his sleep.
She closed her eyes. Not tonight. Tonight, the pearls shone brighter than the rope.
posted by Kumari at 12:50 PM
5 Comments:
Her crystal ball was gone but the scar would remain. As a testimony to what she lost. And what she gained.
Wow, very nice K. And somewhat disturbing too.
Soups: Thanks. Well a stone dropped in a pond would create ripples :)
Probably the 3rd or 4th time I have read this. I still don't know if I have interpreted it right.
@Kumar: Hmmm...there is no right or wrong interpretations with fiction. Just ones that make u happy :)
I think I will probably post a comment on all the poetry I find in your blog. Anyway, this one is very different and lovely. For to the lonely at heart, it is an expression of self and to all others, it will just be another sad story !
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