[stylist] Bridgit- fantasy prompt

Fri Apr 19 23:07:35 UTC 2013

Bridgit,
I am overwhelmed.
A beautifully poetic story in its visual images, a treatment of seasonal
effective disorder such as none will ever find in a medical journal, and one
could go on and on.
I did not think myself a fan of fantasy fiction. But I am-of yours.
Jackie

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From: stylist [mailto:stylist-bounces at nfbnet.org] On Behalf Of Bridgit
Pollpeter
Sent: Wednesday, April 17, 2013 12:38 PM
To: stylist at nfbnet.org
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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