come april she snows
by ~ whatever pseudonym we decide upon to represent group effort
this is meant to be a collaborative experiment.
I have a story that I'd like to keep intact
but I need help fleshing it out.
your job, should you accept it,
is to fill in the 'storyboard'.
what is there now is an example of why I need help.
don't be in such a rush to grow up
you'll find yourself in a hurry to die.
take your time to live life well
there is more to life
than meets the eye,
& it is indeed wonderful.
... ultimately evolves into a ghost story but begins as a love story.
boy meets girl, they fall madly in love.
they marry, have children and pursue happiness
with all that life has afforded them.
there are many mishaps along life's bumpy road.
even fights and separations but their love for each other
keeps drawing them back together.
"never will I leave your side again; not even until death".
the decades pass and they persevere,
though the road has become even less smooth.
one day, with the children all grown, they find they
have made their way, paid their dues, and were just about
to reap the fruits of their labors when the husband dies.
It is a devastating dark angry time
and the wife does not take it well at all.
She needs to be dragged away from his coffin.
She keeps yelling and sobbing: "not even until death".
a relentless sorrow captures the rest of the widows days.
displacing longsuffering with fits of anger, falling sickly often.
and many times her children and caretakers thought perhaps
she would not survive.
the first time she went into a long fever
she said she had dreamed her husband came to her.
she drank him in and it was wonderful, kissing, holding and adoring.
He told her he was here with her and she had nothing to fear.
It gave her reason to keep living and so she gains her health.
But as the days wear on she finds her self ill content.
Less and less she felt his presence
and her heart was sore lacking evidence.
Where she once felt warmth now only a bitter emptiness.
She sees all the things they worked so hard to have,
and they are deemed worthless.
Soon she sets about a pattern, becoming more and more frequent,
burning in her wedding bed, on her death bed,
again and again she has the dream.
only now, others are beginning to see the husband too.
He walks the halls to come to her bedside.
Sometimes it is supposed, in his frustration
He would trash various rooms in a rage.
they wax romantic;
he has come back for her and there is talk.
Some say he comes to take her and try to chase him away.
others say each time he comes he convince's her to stay.
Some even hear him say:
"if you even think you're better off dead, my dear,
and this some how promotes your hasty death,
we will never be together again."
Everytime the episode subsides,
he is seen fading to thin air,
the last of him his hand in her empty grasp.
finally one day the widow actually dies
but it is noted the husband never returned.
No one saw him and no one said a word
but they we're all thinking: "how sad.
"in the end he left her after all, and
she died alone".
but when those in attendance
return with the proper authorities
to take her body away,
they find the lady has gone.
trying to piece together her disappearance,
as others search other rooms
and still others search the grounds,
looking for signs of some brutish act,
a break in, bad adolescent behavior
or a hoax . . .
someone is looking out the window.
far off on the horizon they see
a boat sailing away into an odd april snow.
the perspective switches from tailing the ship
to turning and focusing back at the house on the hill.
we see 'that someone' in the window, looking out.
it is the widow.
Let Me take You too a place high up on a hill.
You can see the city skyline from here.
up in her widows peak you can see her still.
she thinks she sees a light bobbing way out at sea.
lets talk it through.
any revisions or major plot faults?
has this story already been told?
ideas for names or subplots.
working title = come april she snows,
I'm thinking of a Montauk type of setting.
perhaps a light keepers family on an island?
hmmmm … that smacks of already done ...
well, I showed Ya mine, now
show me what You got.
this is where you come in ….
…. and … GO!
( stay tuned for 'themesong')
come april she snows
caught longing for netherdays
when we dropped the end of day
beds of hay
we ate our fill lived in a glow
who you are weathers your veins
very becoming this way
chaste in spades
as I wait by the window
days gone by are netheryears
taciturn nights tracing tears
no rest for the haunted
ebb and tide wake
just then come april she snows
for when come april she snows
by MJ Masiko March 8, 2010. ThornLane
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