Neneth scanned the wall, absorbed in her reflection.
“I am but a shadow of my former self,” thought she, “twice
as ripe as rotten apples, and doubly sour: rougher than the rain-soaked hay and
only half as sweet.”
A breeze shimmered through her, causing her to wisp.
“Then, too, I am as the willow, all at the mercy of the air. That air which
seems as nothing yet is everything. With no air, how could objects suspend
themselves, bend themselves, rend themselves? With no air, how could I be?”
The sun shone, enabling her reflection, confirming
her existence.
“Without the sun, what life would there be?” she
pondered. “Without the sun, nothing would be. Including me. It is only with the
light, its precious gift, that I can know I am.”
Neneth turned and admired the new shape she made.
The breeze puffed once more and again she shifted. She allowed herself to go
with the breeze.
“I am but a shadow of my former self. I am but
shadow.”
© Yamini Ali MacLean 2019
First published on Medium
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Aunty...what a beautiful and thought filled story about two of my favorite subjects:
ReplyDeletesun and shadows. I have never thought of either in this way but now I will.
Lovely
Hugs HiC
Self shadowy reflection....a beautiful story and a beautiful subject!
ReplyDeleteI like this. The sentiment. Perfect!
ReplyDeletelove it... and it is true... (I accidentally posted a book, because I missed the post with the new rulez, but next time we will do better lol)
ReplyDeleteVery original reflection on shadows - great stuff.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful pic and post.
ReplyDeleteLove the photo of your shadow self and LOVE the story that goes with it.
ReplyDeleteWonderful story and shadow!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, really splendid. namaste, janice xx
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