Visitations

Visitations

He hovers in the corner less frequently now. His face is rarely seen in clouds. He leaves no further messages as the cats walk over my computer keys. It is true that sometimes I catch the scent of him, but it’s not often and not for long. Who knows how long a spirit is tied to earth? The cats sense him sometimes, as do the dogs. The candelabra with its arms arched upwards and the carved wooden Virgin of Guadalupe statue rising up like a head in front of it, in a dark room backlit by kitchen lights, has given me a start now and then; but I soon realize it is not him. None of these places are where I keep him now. It is only long after midnight, when, exhausted, I fall to dreams, that his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream.

 

 

For the dVerse Poets Pub prompt, we are to write a 144 word prose piece that contains the quote “his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream” from Maya Angelou’s poem “Caged Bird.” Read other responses to the prompt HERE.

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About lifelessons

My blog, which started out to be about overcoming grief, quickly grew into a blog about celebrating life. I post daily: poems, photographs, essays or stories. I've lived in countries all around the globe but have finally come to rest in Mexico, where I've lived since 2001. My books may be found on Amazon in Kindle and print format, my art in local Ajijic galleries. Hope to see you at my blog.

23 thoughts on “Visitations

    1. lifelessons Post author

      This photo, which I did not take, looks exactly like my husband. I used it once before but can’t find the source again..It was on a free site, but I’d like to give credit. Perhaps I’ll find it. Uncanny how much it looks like him, though.

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  1. kim881

    I can identify with this piece, Judy. I still see and smell my mother and grandmother, but only just, especially after years have passed. I would love messages from cats walking over my computer keys. I love the very realistic description of the ‘candelabra with its arms arched upwards’ – it would give me a start too! I still dream of them, though.

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    1. lifelessons Post author

      I found an old compact of my mother’s and when I opened it, the smell brought a flood of childhood memories. I wrote another piece about my cats walking over the computer keys a few months after my husband died and when I looked at the screen, it read “Once a wife no regrets sold.” I had just moved to Mexico and put our house in the states up for sale..I’m sure there is some logical explanation, but I’ve never been able to figure out what it was…

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  2. SAM VOELKER

    Thanks for that prose Judy~! Many of us have had such Visitations, and it is not in grief but in memories of a life long ago and the desire to commune with that memory. I am also pleased in your adding that the animals feel it too. Mine do~! The photo is also impressive, someone was very adapt with photoshop~?

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