Falls

Suspended beyond a stark curtain of fog, small whispers of morning light silently await their introduction to the early spring day. Tree limbs, no longer shrivelled and bare under the weight of winter, reach through the calm white sea and hang in the heavy silence, their delicate young leaves exposed to the bitter chill of dawn. I too am exposed, raw and frigid, and almost as young as the dew drenched leaves above me.

In an effort to keep my own limbs warm, I walk without a destination. The thinning fog swirls in my wake and a few streams of light pour in from above as the morning grows old. The murmur of warmth seeps into my cold, greying hide and I unwittingly move toward higher ground, offered by the great hill that sits near the centre of the Falls. I steadily climb the soft incline and soon find myself breaking through the fog, revealing a sun drenched world above. I inhale the clean, crisp air, holding it in my lungs and allowing the sweet scent of spring to settle in my nose.

I reluctantly part with the cool air, before moving toward an inviting tuft of grass which I begin to devour greedily. The winter had been harsh and lonely, with both food and companionship hard to come by. I had not been prepared for the change of season and evidence of this naivety can be seen beneath my fading winter’s coat. Bones bulge from my small frame, the skin taunt and thin against my growing skeleton, worse still is the ever present huger that gnaws at the back of my brain. Never satisfied and never quiet.

The world below has risen from its slumber. A continuous hum of life and movement now rings in my dainty towers. Feeling apart from it all, as if watching through the eyes of another, I lift my crown away from my meal and peer down at the equines that have started to fill the meadow. Without permission, my dark amber eyes begin to search for the pearly hide of my dam. A defiant voice within my head begs me to look away, begs me not to look for the woman who does not want me. She left you Zaida, don’t you remember? She waited for you to leave her side and then she dashed across the waters. My eyes continue across the grounds below, my heart not sold on my heads accusations.

thirteen months }{ smoky black based grey }{ homeless
FALLO X CAESISUS