Fallen

Rochelle Wisoff-Fields invites us weekly to join the Friday Fictioneers in their creative quests of a hundred words or less, prompted by a photo; likewise, dVerse’s Sarah prompts us towards “Poetics,” the watchword this time being fungi.

PHOTO PROMPT © Alicia Jamtaas

Fallen

No longer there the Edenic tree
though long I linger near its breathing traces
like a dreamer awakening after a song-vision,
aware only of her pounding heart
as witness to the night’s transactions
when what once was a maiden day eternal
or a thousand years, where golden bridges lighted woods
aflame with love so deep betrayal seemed impossible
until a serpent came with clever tongue
sowing seeds of deception,
sly in its jealous conceptions,
and I, plunging into deadly deceits,
unstrung the heart-cords that made us whole,
left instead with the decaying remnants,
and vernal roots now dotted with fungus.

54 thoughts on “Fallen”

  1. What eloquent storytelling of a love so great and its fall so permanent.
    Favorite lines:
    “and I, plunging into deadly deceits,
    unstrung the heart-cords that made us whole,”
    Lady Shakespeare! ::bowing::

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    1. Fungi as a Platonic pharmakon, in fact. I like your tying that into these symbols of curse that is yet not without available hope. Thank you, Björn.

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  3. Ooh, I love this from the first word to the last. Your writing style is captivating and I love where you took us, specifically here:

    “when what once was a maiden day eternal
    or a thousand years, where golden bridges lighted woods
    aflame with love so deep betrayal seemed impossible”

    Love initially blinds us from the tragedies and deception. We create excuses once in too deep, that once we break out of it we can see the rot that lied there. I think that’s what this piece could be about. It is beautifully written in your fascinating writing style, I can’t help but be captured by it. It’s amazing.

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  4. Quite a tale Dora, engaging. I am sharing this interesting fact today: A “Armillaria Ostoyae” mushroom, in the Malheur National Forest, in the Strawberry Mountains of eastern Oregon, was found to be the largest fungal colony in the world, spanning an area of 3.5 square miles (2,200 acres; 9.1 km2).

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    1. Oh my goodness! That is some fungal growth. I wish I could say they looked pleasing but at least they can lay claim to being the largest existent colony. Mushroom power 😀

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  7. This is beautifully written, Dora. I too was very impressed by how you spun The Fall of man. These words grabbed me, “aflame with love so deep betrayal seemed impossible until a serpent came with clever tongue sowing seeds of deception” Eve was no match for the serpent, aka, that fallen angel and our formidable foe.

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  9. like a dreamer awakening after a song-vision,
    aware only of her pounding heart
    as witness to the night’s transactions

    loved that.

    I like your use of the myth of the fall here, and the way fungi symbolise decay and despair. I guess the more we know about them the more we realise they are essential to life – good and evil in one entitiy. Thank you for joining in!

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