[stylist] Sun Kissed- Changes writing prompt

Sat Jan 14 04:54:09 UTC 2012

Wow, Bridget!  Reading that about takes my breath away.  Reading your works 
is like listening to music because the words--just like the notes--evoke 
deep emotions, deeper than the words themselves.  I swim in all the details 
and am glad to come up for a breath when I reach the end.
At first, it made me think of baseball because I have a poem about how 
baseball is my first love and it, of course, is a summer thing.
Barbara

A man who wants to lead the orchestra must turn his back on the crowd. --  
Max Lucado
-----Original Message----- 
From: Bridgit Pollpeter
Sent: Friday, January 13, 2012 6:37 PM
To: stylist at nfbnet.org
Subject: [stylist] Sun Kissed- Changes writing prompt

Okay, this is not brand new; in fact, this has been a work in progress
for five years. It's undergone numerous revisions, and the ending has
been changed multiple times. Now that I think about it, I suppose this
then is a perfect piece to post for a prompt about change, smile. We
shall see what you guys make of it. I get different reactions, and
interpretations, everytime someone reads this. So enjoy, or don't enjoy,
whatever tickles your fancy. LOL

Sun Kissed

In childhood, my patience never waited for the summer sun. Racing out
into the amber and emerald fields of the country, I danced in the
sunlight. It grew into a ritual. The sun always followed me where ever I
went. Misty sheathes of golden light embracing me.

The sun shone down on me, never burning, but illuminating my very body.
My brunette locks were touched with streaks of glittering hues, a
constant reminder of the day to come. At night fall, all I had to do was
touch my golden brown skin, feeling the warmth, knowing the darkness
would not last.

When winter stormed in, I faded, sinking deep into the desolation,
thirsting for warmth, for light. Coldness crept into my pores, wrapping
around my bones. It was so dark then. Then he came, and my world
changed.

When the first hint of summer breathed life into the world, I woke
early, reveling in the bright warmth. Misty rays sifted through my
window, gently kissing my sleeping face. I was beckoned. Wanting
privacy, I crept from my bed, eager for my summer ceremony.

Expecting an early morning warmth, I stepped out onto the porch. The sky
was a brilliant, clear blue, and crickets chirp-chirped near by. A bird
sang its morningsong as I walked barefoot feeling warm, soft sheathes of
grass beneath my feet. Turning towards the east, I awaited the sun; a
friend gone for far too long. That I could never leave with them into
the west was a thought I kept at bay.

Watching the brilliant disc make its regal ascent, I moved forward but
stopped suddenly, unsure of what I saw. Sunlight concentrated around a
lone figure. Blinking my eyes, a smile spread across my face as I
realized the picture in front of me.

Standing before me, looking towards the heavens, was a man. The light
was so dazzling, all I could make out was an outline. Then, though the
light did not stop reflecting around me, I saw clearly. It was a man, a
stranger, yet some how familiar.

A bronze sheen coated his muscled body. His golden hair glittered,
reflecting all the colors of the sun. Amber, gold, bronze, red-dusky
hues beaming brilliantly.

He          wasn't clothed. His beauty stirred the air; his body a part
of the summer setting. The deep recesses of my mind told me to be
ashamed, look away, but I didn't feel these things. I found my cotton
nightgown billowing around my feet. I stepped into the circle of light
ready to embark on any journey with this creature. It was natural to be
bare, allowing the warmth to wrap my body, completely and lovingly.

Turning towards me, his amber eyes met mine. Those beautiful amber eyes
I would never lose sight of. Heat penetrated my soul, and I knew I was
his forever. For a long moment we stood gazing at each other enveloped
by the light of the sun.

He invited me into his smile, reaching for my hand. My pulse beat in a
quickened rhythm as our fingers met. Cupping my face with his warm hand,
I leaned my head into the embrace, kissing his palm. Sparks sizzled
around us creating a haze softening the landscape. Our lips brushed
together as a glowing heat radiated from me. Every limb was pulsing with
life as he held me there in the sunlight.

Our eyes locked together as we danced in the sunlight. I laughed full of
life, never wanting this to end.

When he spoke my name, I felt the love of summer. Hope and joy were
promises given by each word he spoke. I clung to each promise. I gave
him my heart, and in return, he gave me his. Beating jewels exchanged by
lovers.

We were never apart, sleeping wrapped in each other's embrace every
night. I woke to his tender kisses as the sun rose in its majesty.
Basking in the sun was our favorite past time. We reveled in its beauty,
worshipping its balmy warmth.

The wind changed eventually creating a chill in the air. We felt the
bitterness of winter draw near, and the traces of heat connecting us
dwindled as he left. He promised to return once the breeze blew warm and
the days grew longer. Tears stained my cold face as he retreated into
the west.

I knew each summer when the leaves were green and the birdsong was
strong, he would return to me. This promise warmed my thoughts, my
heart, as I struggled through the endless months of winter.

Summer was blissful, and I never was more content. The years changed me,
but when he returned to me each summer, age did not exist; there was
only beauty and grace. And warmth, melting me, molding me. His gaze
alone pierced my inner being; his touch was an explosion. Pieces of us
shot through the sky heralding our joy, our love.

His love has sustained me through the years. Others trudge through life
never finding inner solace, but I have a secret. I now wait for my
beloved one last time.

Soon we will never part, for my beloved will take me to his home where I
will never leave his embrace. The sun will always shine, and we will
dance in its glory. I will wake each day kissed by the sun, knowing I'm
home, forever safe and loved. I will be his queen.

Life and warmth and love will be ours to share always. Never will
winter's barrenness wedge between us; never will I feel the bitter arms
of ice gripping my bones.

Time has pushed its grains of salt downward, and I begin to feel my
heart seize with fear. Barren winds of winter have crept in slowly, and
still I wait. My skin is grey and cold, and I fear my soul will scatter
in the whipping gale. To behold my beloved one more time would bring
back the warm glow, reviving me, sustaining me.  The warmth, the love is
now barely a memory.

Staring out my window, ignoring the grey sky and dirty mounds of snow
and mocking breezes, I wait with tears frozen in my eyes, but he does
not return.

I will not last, and none will remember me. The days have past into
years, and I grow weary, no longer  holding onto the promises of summer.
Each gust tears more and more away. I fear my beloved will have nothing
to return for. I stretch my arms towards the pale sunlight, but the
dance escapes me.

Whispers seduce my tangled thoughts. For a moment, I believe he has come
for me. Heat prickles my skin and I gasp, but then a tightening pressure
cuts my breath off. The prickles quickly reveal their hidden frostiness.
Encased in ice, I'm hard like the ground. I do not move; I do not speak.
Hollow, frozen, I weep my beloved's name, trying to remember sun kissed
memories.

Sincerely,
Bridgit Kuenning-Pollpeter
Read my blog at:
<http://blogs.livewellnebraska.com/author/bpollpeter/>
http://blogs.livewellnebraska.com/author/bpollpeter/

"History is not what happened; history is what was written down."
The Expected One- Kathleen McGowan

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