Black Angels. The Grime Of Life’s Air.
October 3rd 2008 22:19
You asked me what, if anything, interested me about life when I was young? Death. The answer is death. I never really found life all that interesting. Certainly not anything to get excited about.
I sometimes wonder if taking a short-cut through the local cemetery on the way to school had something to do with this.
There was this black angel over a child’s grave. And, I’d always stop and just stare at it.
The angel obviously used to be white. Years and years of dust and dirt dug up by grave-diggers or kicked up by burial services or sheep in the nearby paddocks, the grime of life’s air, splattered insects, bird shit, exhaust fumes from cars, soot from goods’ train engines on the nearby railway track, and maybe even the odd goosey from an atheist, had turned the white angel black.
I used to just stand there looking at the black angel. Guarding the grave. Guarding the dead. As though the dead might escape. Guarding its own plinth, the tombstone:
[name]. Died in infancy. Beloved son of [name & name]. Too pure for this world. Taken by God.
Having Bibled up in prison, I now realise why I used to stop and stare at the black angel. It was God’s way of saying to me, that’s what your soul will look like if you never give it a clean.
But back then, I used to think. He’s got a pretty good life. He’s already dead. He got out before the grime of life could get to him.
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Comment by Damo
Back then and now?
Are your attitudes to life any different.
Comment by Lady Henrietta Muddling
Potter in a Harry
it's a continuation of Nothing Land.
I might have to put it in a category to make that a bit clearer.
Comment by Dianna G
I Wish This Was 42
Fictional Worlds
Death does hold fascination for most of us; and it is only the beginning of another adventure.
~Dianna
Comment by Kleonaptra
Kalikapsychosis
Comment by Damo
It read like a true story.
Comment by Lady Henrietta Muddling
Potter in a Harry
Bring on the adventure. I just hope it's a bit more interesting than Harry Potter's adventures.
Comment by Lady Henrietta Muddling
Potter in a Harry
I like wallowing in grime, too.
I'm a bit over my own grime, though.
Comment by Lady Henrietta Muddling
Potter in a Harry
I do draw on real life experiences for my fiction. I can't even tell if I'm being biographical, semi auto-biographical, or just making things up any more.
Comment by Dianna G
I Wish This Was 42
Fictional Worlds
~Dianna
Comment by Lady Henrietta Muddling
Potter in a Harry
Comment by Damo
I draw upon frictional experiences for my life.
Comment by Lady Henrietta Muddling
Potter in a Harry
I don't want to know what you do when your wife is away, okay?
Comment by Youknowwho