Wednesday, September 2, 2009 at 3:37pm
The street smells of rain, children and wet feathers as the school bus rattles by. A torrential downpour of emotions rises in my throat as phantom feet trudge past. The need for preservation of this moment begins to burn in my temples, in my throat, my fingers...finally settling in my solar plexus. Her voice permeates my foundation, it shines through like slats of sunshine, reminding me how small I really am. How small I can ultimately become.
Her voice swells around me like a tide, washing up and back - leaving strong words like sharp stones and shells upon the shore of myself. A fragile yet frantic dialog takes hold of me as Her angelic voice rings truth in my ears:
...The Silence is the key, but it is not to be misread. Intravenously, quietly, it directs itself to strength and wisdom and freedom. It will help heal you. LET IT...
Then it's back to the sirens, the incredulous saw slicing wood and dust drifting everywhere...everywhere...cars and dog shit by the street sign. My mother being upset. My sons being teenagers. My job being dramatic. My love being enormous. My anger directed wisely. My blessings and gratitudes.
Then the darkness falls. The fear and the pain, the slow reminders, slowly sliding down the walls around me. Shadows and shameful thoughts, those of the mortal beasts we call ourselves...forever hidden in the sands of time...working in circles...working in cycles.
~The Red Queen~
Since I have been writing and publishing The Red Queen as a fan driven page on Facebook, I realize that my site here needed an upgrade to support all the new and upcoming work this year, 2011. I wrote my first entry to The Red Queen in September of 2009 and have been updating ever since. So its only natural that I would want to have a home place for Her here, so that who ever happens to come by can meet Her here as well! Thank you for reading, and I will be updating this page with The Red Queen's Whispering of Poetry and Prose.