Unlacing Crimson (With Music)

Please play the music then read



feathered dust skims the width of faded yellow
my mouth as if to blow a kiss nuzzles
the bundle’s edge comforted in crimson ribbon
the bow still holds, lack lustred now

I breathe the mustiness of years passed
holding preciously, seeing myself as you were
sitting by the window, sun splashes filtering
through glass, anointing paled skin

unlacing crimson, from the envelopes
that bore your name in pen, some letters faint
some faded as the memories, holding the letter
to my breast I whisper across the room, Penelope

unfold in three, as he had folded, her inamorato
meticulously as if he sent his life
trusted beyond his own, to be protected within her heart
did tears fall upon her cheeks, as mine do now

my fingers tremble as I discover the yearning
that was distanced ‘tween bullets and country farm
two people that I never knew and yet I am connected
this passion of unfading love

as his words bathe my heart, plucking concerto
breaths, a love that I am witnessing, long after
it had gone, a love held strong, a memory
a broken heart, for he did not return

Β©jmtacken 19th March, 2014 Β  (Fiction)

50 thoughts on “Unlacing Crimson (With Music)

  1. wow you really got into their story…allowed yourself to feel them….
    that is ok not all endings are happy you know…love when you write to music
    as they pair so well together….

    • Brian thank you so much, I started this last night and kept going back as I so wanted this to feel real to those who read. I do enjoy placing music and love trying to match the music to the words, I am smiling wide at your comment, thank you.

  2. Oh my. Bless your heart. You’ve captured the nostalgia of love letters and a lost love. I think the “mustiness” set the tone. As well, your choice of music is perfect for this piece. Awesome, Jen. πŸ™‚

  3. Oh I love this song and it is so perfect for soaring in the sky and touching down on a calm lake, feeling the water rushing by, then gently rocking in the waves you created as you coast to a stop… spring is here but it will be a while yet before the lakes open up, I miss flying, I hope it is soon!

    The prose though, a strong reminder. Our troops have finally returned from Afghanistan, most of them….I don’t know if that is the direction of what you wrote, but we all see different things in words don’t we?

    Super big hugs.

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