Theme 13: The Strike of Love

How you choose to interpret the theme is completely up to you. It simply needs to be tasteful – no pornography or messages of hate here. When you sit down to create, you cannot think about how people will or will not receive your work. You are required to simply enjoy the act of creating. Please see the bottom of this post for how to submit a response.



Love can strike with lightning speed and leave you filled with tremendous emotion that begs to be shared. If you were to write a love letter to a loved one or to the Universe what would it look like? Love letters take on so many different forms, would yours be filled with words, images, both or would it simply be color? Or something completely different?

Lightning

Midnight in a forest of muted candles,
A hunter lies upon the sodden Earth.
As his eyes close, she calls to him;
He pushes the door that stands ajar.

The memory of her resembles home.
At that thought, air rushes into his lungs.
Blood thrusts through his thin veins, as
He is stirred by a remembrance of love.

In her bed, amid a circus of obscure shadows,
She inhales; stars take their place upon walls.
All the while he focuses on her fingertips that
Gently touch the empty space just beside her.

He has committed to memory, the way
She holds her head on that slight tilt, the
Eloquent ballet she performs with her lips
And the smile she wears even when sleeping.

The softness of her raven hair, the way
His body shudders when she opens
Her lovingly sadistic eyes; they are all but
Piano notes playing up and down his spine.

He remembers what she implores of dreamers,
‘Give life to things that live in silence.’
Longing fills spaces inside of him if only to be,
A man lost within her passion and fear.

She exhales and rain begins to fall.
Down upon treetops – trickling - down
Upon skeletal branches - sliding – down;
It finds itself dangling on the tips of needles.

He lies just below, mouth open accepting
Of each of the drops that land upon his lips.
He drinks her in and memorizes both shape
And feel, assuring that he will never forget.

For she is the lightning that splits the sky
Illuminating old paths and those to come.
She is his hope and in the dark,
He is rapt by the opus of her heart.

He rushes through a thousand oceans
Just below the surface of water, to her door
To her room, to ask for, tomorrow
And all the days that follow … till sunrise.

- Copyright © 2009 Natasha Reilly.

“To write a good love letter, you ought to begin without knowing what you mean to say, and to finish without knowing what you have written." ~ Jean-Jacques Rousseau

Important Guidelines

The work submitted must be something you have created and/or worked on between the time the theme was revealed and the Thursday unveiling. Please submit your response to Natasha@creativenachos.com no later than end of day Wednesday, April 8th if you would like it to be posted on Thursday, April 9th. OR send me a link to your response to include in the comments section of the post.

With your response please include:

1. Your name - either first name, shop name or both.

2. The name of your piece (if you choose to give it one)

3. Something you'd like to share (process of creation, idea behind piece) if you'd like to share anything

4. The shop and/or blog links you'd like to include

5. Two photos of your piece or of each of the pieces (3x5 or 4x6 and 72dpi or a max of 96dpi - if you need any help with that please don't worry I'd be happy to help!)

Most importantly, really let yourself and your imagination go. Let your heart and mind fill with feeling and then give that present to the world! Have a great time!