metaphysical bridge: the skull.
The most powerful motif of all, the essence of physical mortality. Our fleeting human existence, a union with the ancestors, a vessel in which the psyche breathes its air.
An ‘event horizon’ a membrane of calcium which divides the self from the other. Inside we are, outside is everything else. It represents both a mortal shelter for the fragile mind while on the outside a castle, a fortress against an ever invading world.
But beside that, a blessed portal, a familiar object. A home to memories and those we loved and lost. Embrace the skull of the lost, to feel a connection if only in fleeting dreams. For a heart that will not be parted by death…a few moments of loving reunion.
But would such a liaison go unpunished? Under the cover of darkness, can love be reunited, a flickering candle transcend the mortal parting, give familiar form?
There talk, confide, whisper love to a partner’s skull. How long the illusion, the hopeless pretence,…moments, minutes, until the realisation of the dawn of truth? But this is her tragedy, the trapped life, the shackle of love time has stopped…awaiting love in the realm beyond this mortality.