Beanery Online Literary Magazine

January 5, 2009

BODIES

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BEANERY ONLINE LITERARY MAGAZINE

BODIES

Erin York

Guest contributor Erin York, 19, is currently writing and attending. Her dreams of being published first came to fruition at age 14, and since then, her work has been published online and in print in literary magazines such as The Rogue Poetry Review, Chanterelle’s Notebook, New Wine, A Gathering of Birds, and others. She hopes to finish her undergraduate studies and publish a book in the next three years.

     Shadows hung, suspended in the balmy night air. There was no breeze; the only movement, if it could be called that, was the pulse of the heat. Thud, thud, thud, the night had a heartbeat. The red and blue twilight morphed into night, and suddenly the shadows were snuffed out.
     Blackness, there was nothing more. No moon or gleam of starlight dared twinkle and shine. The blackness was like death, but then again, it was not. Death should never be calm, or hot, or thud, thud, thudding water through Earth’s veins. Yet, with utterly no light or sign of life…this should have been death.
     Then, a tremor swept across the trees. Branches creaked their old bones; leaves whispered, sighed, coming alive in the teasing zephyr.
     Branches shook.
     Leaves broke free, cackled as they touched the ground below on dancer’s toes.
     “Fall, fall,” they chorused. “Fall, fall.”
     Again the darkness stirred itself like a waking beast. It groaned, roared, shrieked madly as color erupted across the barren landscape of the black sky.
     Blood crimson, brilliant orange, blinding yellow!
     A rush of liquid fires cascaded over an earthen vein. The gushing wound drowned the cackles of leaves, burned away the creaking branches and whispering trees. Nature’s gossip fell silent as the mountainous gash throbbed, oozed, and continued to flow steadily over the rim.
     Again Earth rumbled, and the sky shuddered in fear.
     Smoke and ash choked the invisible stars as the volcano’s explosion tore trees from their roots and ran creatures from their burrows.
     An eternity passed.
     The smoke cleared, leaving a wasteland of what had been behind.
     Dead.
     Yes, now, the world was truly dead.
     But as the sun surveyed the ruins at dawn, the sky poured its mourning. Tears matted down the landscape, made it slick and tender. Together, the sky and sun worked to heal the Earth, bringing it shoots of new life.
     The volcano settled as young roots twisted their arms into its sides, daring to embrace their killer. The stars peeked their heads out that night to see forgiveness and understanding unfold below them. The volcano began to sleep, lulled by the light it had missed above.

ADDITIONAL READING:

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USING A NEW CAMERA WHILE TRAVELING

SHOULD THIS HOUSE HAVE SOLD AT A TAX SALE?

IN WINTERSCAPE…COMES THE SONG

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THE UNICORN: MYTH OR REALITY?

WHAT IS THE KEY INDICATOR TO YOUR WRITING SUCCESS?

SNOW GLOBE

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