I pushed through the splintered door- weathered from centuries of rain and neglect, that never seem to relent. The smell of Frankincense and Myrrh lingered, cutting through the damp chill and deafening silence echoing across the room…
The day, beginning its end,
Poured through the stained glass.
Drowning out images of sin,
And my redemption.
Flooding the room with gold,
Holding the shadows at bay.
Forcing my eyes to close.
And your resurrection.
* Painting by Emanuel M. Ologeanu
* Painting by Emanuel M. Ologeanu
Summoning Magic: A Gypsy's Tale 
Sublime and mysterious Brooke. I hope you’re well. Hugs and stuff!
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Two of my favorite words, so I’ll take that as the highest compliment. Stuff, huh? You got all P.C. on me! H&S 😉
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Well, not sure what else to add beyond what I have already said to you. Just know that this is an exceptional piece of writing, Brooke. I am longing for a place I do not know, and that is an unexpected and beautiful gift you have given me today. Thank you. I love this very, very much.
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I love that you love it so much. 🙂 You’ll discover that place, sooner than you think, I’m guessing. Love ya to pieces.
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Echos of Paris ~ great title, and flow well with your words, they create such great imagery ~
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Thanks, love. This one was brutal to write for some reason. And I’m not sure if the meaning is clear…I guess that’s not the point though. Regardless, I appreciate you sharing your thoughts about it, as always.
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Sad and beautiful sunsets. Do such things ever feel happy?
The rosy evening light seeps
like melancholy wine into my veins.
The sun’s last wink flickers out
and my heart dips to catch it.
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I suppose when we get to a certain point in our lives, such things will always have a twinge of sadness or nostalgia. But the beauty is always there, isn’t it, waiting for us to remember what it was like “before”- when we could still see the magic in it all, relish in the mystery of things yet to be discovered….before we knew what sadness and nostalgia really felt like.
But the beauty is still there. Isn’t it? (and that’s not meant to be rhetorical…at least not today.)
And did you seriously just come up with that?!! Just a lil’ “maybe I’ll just add a few lines as a sign-off” that always leave me blown away.
“And my heart dips to catch it.” Okay, Mr. Robbins (Tom, that is), you just keep doing what you do and we’ll all keep watching/reading in awe. 😉
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You write with your all. I thought I’d comment with mine. I figure you deserve it.
And yes, the beauty is always there. Re-imagined, perfect and achingly lovely.
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“Achingly lovely”…brilliantly said, as always. And I’ll add, I’ve never read anything of yours that didn’t embody your all. A beautiful thing, indeed.
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I adore this–it goes so well with the image:-)
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Thanks, love. It’s still so vivid in my mind, although it was a few years back. Paris does that, I guess. Hugest hug.
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