Mortal Love…


“Now I walk with shadows, befriended by darkness to share these brief moments. For we my love display both sides of life’s shell. Here we meet, life with death, separated only by the warmth of mortal flesh. I can sense your smile, feel you in my arms, it comforts me. I’m decided, until I can join you this will be my life. The candle flickers and the wax falls, the very light that brings you to my eyes betrays us. But I fear not of sin for this union between our worlds.” 2014



Latest metaphysical foray:  the skull.


sketchbook pageNot only the most powerful motif of all, it also represents mortality in many ways. Our temporal human existence, our symbolic connection to our ancestors and, in my view, an object in which the psyche can be remembered.
In a spiritual way, it is an ‘event horizon’. A thin membrane of calcium which divides the self from the other. On the inside is truly us, on the outside is everything else. It represents both a mortal shelter for the delicate mind and on the outside a castle, a protection from the elements of our world. But more than that it is a portal, a familiar object. It housed the memories of those we loved but have gone. To hold the skull of a loved one, perhaps to feel a connection once more if only in an ephemeral way. For a heart that cannot be parted by death…a few moments of reunion.
But would such a liaison  be frowned  upon?  Perhaps under the cover of darkness, the two can be reunited, by a flickering light the mortal parting is more bearable. To talk, confide, whisper love to her partner’s skull. How long the pretence,…moments, minutes, until the realisation of the truth? But this is where she is, trapped in life, unable to move on…perhaps yearning to join her love in the realm beyond.

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