A Writer’s Work on a Woman ixPosted: April 1, 2016
Bright faced with the pomp of golden yellow like the subtle glow of the sun behind a rainbow. She was delicate and ripe, fertile and so strong. She could elevate herself above all the fellows – like a queen bee that flies higher than all the males, and to choose her king she bids them follow – only to watch them fall off, until one that endures the most and rises up closest is chosen. As such, all the macho pursued her – hoping to outdo their foes, but only he was focused – not on the other suitors but on her alone. And like a moth to the flame he drew her to him, since he could never lift himself to her height.
© Heath Muchena, 2016