BeTheChange18

Australia

writer
she/her
"work hard in silence and let success be your noise"
community ambassador alumni [summer 2020]

Message from Writer

"As you grow older you will discover that you have two hands. One for helping yourself, the other for helping others."
~Audrey Hepburn

"Education is the most powerful weapon which you can use to change the world."
~Nelson Mandela

"Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful committed citizens can change the world. Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has."
~Margaret Mead

The Mother.

July 20, 2020


“We are to blame for the day when we shall reap with our hands, what she’s sown.”
 
I am Mother Nature. The Mother of them all.
High up amidst the stars, I stand in an ethereal bedchamber.
My eyes resemble billowing beauty; irises dancing with serenity.
My hair is woven with twigs, while a blossom tucks behind thy ear.
My dress of azurite; cascading down in layers of airy, sheer tissues.
My fingers are pale, lightly laced with mist that swirl up my arms.
These fingers enclose around a hand mirror, to which is circular in size.
It’s carved from mossy rock, while tendrils of slender vines hang down.
She lifts the mirror, her expression cracks. There’s a soft gasp from above.
 
The fire in her eyes ignite.
The vines cuff at her wrists, swallowing away.
They’re curling, twisting, merging, engulfing.
And all the rest her eyes never stray from the mirror.
For it’s that smoke drifts from her hair, and she pulls away...
A  falls to the floor.
A tear forms in the corner of her eyes, and in the mirror, we see…
An army of destructors, advancing to the forest.
A crack severs the life of an oak.
Going, going, gone.
The tear slides down and drips away from her chin.
The oaks continue, only this time, there’s more.
With each fall, a scream resonates in her heart.
She slides to the ground weeping, gathering the fallen foliage.
The mirror drops to the floor.
Reflected in it’s shine, is a graveyard.
Nothing is left to her garland of hair.
Her dress as tawney as a tartan sack.
Her face pollutes of anger.
Then, a storm cloud exchanges in her place
With eyes of fiery thunder.
Hair of raging rain.
One by one, each flower and leaf that lay catch ablaze.
On Earth, a savage cyclone destructs what’s in its way.
 
 

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3 Comments
  • black_and_red_ink

    This is really beautiful. I love your description of Mother Nature's appearance.


    over 1 year ago
  • books4life

    love. also "your message from writer" is hilarious :)


    over 1 year ago
  • journal.scribbles

    Wow. This piece is so unique. I love this interpretation of the prompt.


    over 1 year ago