She Will Mourn in Darkness Nevermore

Fear oozes through the skin of her palms and makes her hopes clammy. She breathes… The scent of passionflower dances into her thoughts, calms her into taking a tiny first step towards the door. The studio is too dark for her to see the deadbolt or security chain, but the echoes of their laughter bites into her bones. Tears feed the gloom, and fill her vision with vintage rage.

in the dark,
anxiety and dreams
wish to fly

Anger begins to brew in the hollow of her throat, it consumes her wails, sharpens her teeth, roses her cheeks. She eats the distance between fear and the door, magics the darkness away with a flick of a switch. The foyer mirror shows her a face beautified and bolstered by the kicks of Fate’s steel thorned boots. She breathes… twists the deadbolt and unchains her safety cage.

sunlit soul
tasting tomorrow
in the bones

Hurt is too dark or too bright energy that squeezes much too tight, she breathes her thoughts into the world… she flies.

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the wee notes…
– Partly inspired by the following Terry Pratchett quote, in The Wee Free Men: “…anger was better than fear. Fear was a damp cold mess, but anger had an edge. She could use it.”
– Written for the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads (Weekend Mini-Challenge – Trying “No More”), Sanaa’s Prompt Nights (Love of beauty is taste. The creation of beauty is Art.), Expanding Bits of Fiction and Poetry into Haibun (12), and for Rereading My Pratchett.
– P.S. If you’ve yet to join May Monster Madness, 2016, you should take a look-see. 😉

Mourn, by Magaly Guerrero

55 thoughts on “She Will Mourn in Darkness Nevermore

  1. *Still envious of those Poe magnets* Your words painted a dreadful yet freeing scene of standing up to bullies and daring oneself to move forward regardless XXX

  2. “Fear oozes through the skin of her palms and makes her hopes clammy. She breathes..”

    Oooh I love the opening line ❤❤ Its so very powerful and sets the groundwork for the rest of the brilliant piece 😀 Beautifully rendered. Thank you so much for participating at Prompt Nights Magaly and for your constant love and support ❤❤

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

  3. She eats the distance between fear and the door, magics the darkness away …

    That is strong and tough. Anger is so much better than fear. Fear enslaves but the right kind of anger frees. Very nice haibun

  4. You described the transition from fear to anger in such an amazing way, it touched me viscerally. I want to know what she does with her new edge forged by anger.

  5. It is hard to pick a favourite image – they are all so breathtaking .. the courage it takes to make it to the door..open it and walk through and forward should never be underestimated – also love the postscript – anger is a ‘better’ energy than fear – fear makes the wolf look bigger!

  6. “She eats the distance between fear and the door..” just a magical turn of phrase, Magaly, as so many others here. Fear is indeed a mess, and I will take anger any day over that panic and indecision–anger will make you DO something about it, even if its wrong, and thus we move on–fear is a stagnation. Loved this journey from stasis to movement.

  7. having the courage to break free, is the key… i can relate to parts of (once again) your well written words… u capture the emotion well.. parts of your piece remind me of depression, grief and of course fear (is #1)

  8. I like the way you have used two haibuns to complete the tale. Wee Free Men is one of my favourite Pratchetts – quite different from the Discworld ones, and full of quotes worth remembering.

  9. You capture that fear so well, that fear you experience when you are contemplating leaping out of your comfort zone. Then the way you build the rage is perfect and so true. So angered that anyone, including yourself, could dare to stand in your way. This hit home hard for me, more so because I am my own best saboteur! Thank you for flicking the switch!

  10. It’s very intense, Magaly. I believe she flew into the world, perhaps as a biker chick after they came calling her. If I were a girl it might be as a biker chick. Excitement.
    ..

    • I’ve always been intrigued by the scary things, the things that make up cry, the ones that send us running… Perhaps, because they always demand some sort of action. And I hate to be still.

      And for me, haibun bring together the best of two worlds I love. Win-Win-Write. 🙂

  11. A dark place transitioning from fear to anger. But love this hopeful end, “she breathes her thoughts into the world… she flies.” May she keep soaring! Beautiful write, and your haibun form I love. ♥♥♥

  12. I have been in darkness. My escape was long, painful. I could never express it with the power of your eloquence. There are too many things I love about this piece to pull one quotation from it. Amazing

  13. This is so deeply written, Magaly…what gathers me is the intensity that the darkness takes on and the shift into light.

    “She eats the distance between fear and the door, magics the darkness away with a flick of a switch. :

    I love this line. Excellent poem!

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