[stylist] Bridgit- fantasy prompt

[Donna Hill]

Beautifully written and sad
Donna. 

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Pollpeter
Sent: Wednesday, April 17, 2013 3:38 PM
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Subject: [stylist] Bridgit- fantasy prompt

This is also an older piece, but I'm constantly revising and editing it.
I think I may have posted it here before. I think I started it four or five
years ago. It fits this bill though. I still want to post something new, so
I will continue to work on it.

SunKissed
Words: 1164
Bridgit Kuenning-Pollpeter

Ever since childhood, my patience has 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 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 him 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 as we danced in the sunlight. I laughed, 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.

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.

The End


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