She looked up at the sky and saw only grey clouds. “Again, only grey poop on” she muttered. That’s what she thought of those grey clouds…pooping on her life, her mood, her heart and her soul. There was no longer any light in her life. She sighed, giving herself a bigger push to swing higher. “Maybe if I swing high enough, I’ll be able to kick one of those clouds and see rain that will wash away all the bleakness in this land.”
“Watch it, little one! You may fall and you sure as heck don’t want to fall way down there!!”squawked the black crow above, settling on a dried up tree…no leaves, just branches..
Elaina looked up at her friend. He had become her friend in the past year.He had given her the idea to braid long strips of cotton to hang from the twig that was her only seat outside her birdcage. She now had a swing which gave her a sense of freedom.
She had been disgusted by this huge black crow, at first when she was brought here by “him” but she realized over time, that Cornelius was a product of “his” master plan. Anyone who defied him or tried to escape only fell into the den of désespérance or Des-Spa as Cornelius jokingly called it. It was the bottomless pit that lay below…a sort of limbo but Elaina felt it was a hell created by “him”.
“I suppose you’re right, Cornelius, even if you are not a wise old owl,” she giggled and for a brief moment, the clouds separated and a hint of glow shone from the skies. Whenever Elaina sang or laughed, this occurred. But it never seemed to last more than 2 to 3 seconds.
Somehow, somewhere far above there was a positive force of goodness and beauty that was trying to communicate to Elaina. She felt it in the soles of her feet. Well, not really soles but she had been stripped of all her clothes. She had made herself a make-shift dress from the veils that covered her cage/home and with the long strips leftover, braided it as per instructions from daring Cornelius.
“He” had stripped her of her clothes but had the decency to jail her in a veiled insulated cage she could use as bedding or blanket on cooler nights. She didn’t mind sleeping without bedding. She felt less trapped this way. And Cornelius could keep her company when she was lonely and spread his wings to keep her warm on cooler nights. He always enjoyed her giggling and especially her singing in her soft soprano voice. She sounded like an angel in a celestial choir. Perhaps that is why the clouds separated briefly…maybe angels thought she was a lost sister.
Somehow she knew if she could sing long enough or the right harmony, the skies would be unlocked…finally breathe hope and compassion…she would just have to be patient.
patience unlocks skies
heavens unleash goodness
beauty of the soul.
© Cheryl-Lynn 2014/04/01
Written for MindLoveMiserysmenagerie Photo Challenge #15 – birdhouse
Swinging how enough to kick the cloud! I love this!
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yeah imagine she would kick and yell out, Take THAT! I’m writing another one to that awesome photo…check in a few minutes at the other place {grins}
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Grins! Yes I used to swing and thought I could touch the clouds I love this!
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I bet you could create a beautiful photo…for some reason I saw her swinging in my mind’s eye…so had to add extra explanations why she was swinging…haha and the cage in my mind was barred not solid.
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Patience really is a virtue isn’t it Cheryl-Lynn. Excellent take on this prompt, well done.
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Thank you, Michael. A medium told me many years ago, my task in this lifetime was to practice patience.
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Oh really, how would you say you are going?
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Professionally I am amazing…personally, I may have to come back in another life to practice some more.
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Yes I understand our professional self is often different to our domestic selves.
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so I should never EVER stop working…(grins)
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This is so amazing! A terrible life perhaps – but she does have Cornelius and for that we are all glad 🙂
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Yes, she does have him…I got his name from the translation of crow in French, Corneille:)
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Ahhh! I didn’t know that! Ya learn something new every day! 🙂
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🙂
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This is a beautiful and riveting story! Loved it =)
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So glad you enjoyed it, Yves. It was fun writing and that photo is awesome:)
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What a great story! I like the fariy tale quality of it and the feelng that she will make the sun shine again through her patience.
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Thanks, Georgia, the possibilities with that photo were endless. Glad you enjoyed it.
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Yes a great photo indeed and loved where you took the story.
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And did you notice the name of the crow is the French translation of crow…Corneille? I was quite pleased with that one:)
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