Here is my entry –
The wind blows through the trees as her bare feet graze the cushioned carpet of bluebells, her hair whips around her face, sticking to her lips with their protective covering of lip salve on them. The breeze lessens slightly as she walks in to the lee of the *copse. The air hangs and hovers, a feeling of peace envelopes her, stilling her mind, calming her heart. She becomes one with the earth, grounding herself in to the soil. The smell of the bark on the trees, the iron musky odour of moist undergrowth assails her nostrils. She breathes even deeper, ingesting the power of the ancient world.
She touches the gnarled bark of the closest tree with her finger tips, lightly running them over the contours. She loves the tactile feel of the living plant, her palm caresses the roughness of the wood, sunlight filters through the upper branches and bathes the ground in dappled splashes of yellow.
Her heart starts to beat faster as a battle of men against beasts begins. Spears are flung. They find their mark grievously wounding a wild animal. A horde of men dismember the flesh, tasting the warm inner organs, a delicacy, thanking the gods for the bounty they have had the fortune to receive. The hunters prepare to remove the carcass ready to transport it to their womenfolk. The meat, once prepared, will feed their tribe for many days.
She places her other hand round the side of the tree, pressing her body against the girth of the tree, too wide in diameter for her fingers to meet. Through her thin garments she becomes aware of another scene. This time she witnesses the birth of a young child and her heart is filled with joy and love. She feels the pride of the father, the love of the mother and the relief from the helpers in the tent. It is a precious boy, a long awaited male who will take his rightful place, in due course, as the leader of the clan. A few minutes later the bonny, baby boy emerges through the leather flaps and is held aloft by his father. The baby opens his eyes as the sunrise peaks over the hilltop. The encampment let out a great cheer, he is their hope for the future.
She presses her cheek against the bark, it scratches her, marking her skin. She pulls back, recoiling at the sudden shock of the pain. Where did the peace go?
Stepping back she looks around her. There. Movement at the edge of the wood. The shrill notes of a mobile phone disturbs the air, discordant, dissonance sounds, a baritone voice answers the insistent instrument.
‘I’ve found her. Yes, I’ll bring her back to the car, don’t worry, she’ll be fine.’
Michael steps in to the line of her vision, he holds out his hand, encouraging her with a smile to come forward in to his embrace.
Jane shakes her head. ‘I’m not ready,’ she whispers, ‘I need more time.’
Michael pulls her gently away from the tree, lifting her up, supporting her as he strokes her arms, strokes her hair. He pushes strands of her hair behind her ears, kisses her forehead. ‘I’ll stay with you. You know I love you so much my darling. I’ll always love you but you know we need to get back. The doctor is waiting for you.’
Jane nods in acknowledgement. They think she needs help. They think she is going mad, maybe she is but she knows what she feels is true. She does see things. She does feel things. Michael thinks all he has to do is to love her more each day and she will get better.
She knows his love will help her to find peace, she knows she will love him until the end of her days.
Another vision fills her mind. It is too abstract to make any sense of. She starts to tell Michael she needs to go back to the tree. His hold is firm on her arm as he leads her to the car park. He seats her gently and straps her in. The seat belt is strangling her, she desperately pulls the webbed strap becoming more and more agitated.
She wants to go back. She wants to feel calm. She want to feel peaceful. She wants to feel love surrounding her.
The doctor greets them both at the entrance to the home. He welcomes Jane with his kindly demeanour. He knows how hard this is for her and for Michael. A nurse settles her in her room as Jane curls in to the foetal position on her bed. Michael’s tears flow while he watches his wife succumb to the drugs the medical profession deem necessary to bring her back to an ordinary life.
Unknown voices always in my ear
Is that what I hear?
Visions in my head
Is that what I read?
Dreams that disturb my nights
Such ugly sights, such pretty sights
Remembering in the morning
As the fresh day is dawning
Troubles to leave behind
Answers still to find
From the depths of my mind
As yet to be divined.
Searching and seeking my soul
Looking for the loophole
Caught inbetween, stuck in limbo
Is it a friend or foe?
A feeling of peace envelops me
Calmness wraps me warmly
As my angel sits among the flowers
Slowing down each minute of each hour
Will this fog ever lift?
Can I use my gift?
They don’t believe me
They treat me like a baby
They think I behave badly
They can’t let me be
He can’t let me free
He is so loyal and true
He loves me with all his soul
We’ve tried parole
I end up back here
Never to be free
I still hear
The voices in my head
They invade my sleep
As I weep
Tears of frustration
Unable to take action
*copse – A small group of trees, thicket, grove, wood.
Word count: 991 - NCCO