There was nothing but sky
darkness and stars, the eternal life of the void,
filled her heart with the coldness of it all.
There was nothing but planets and unseen havens, the knowledge that nothing will come to harm.
There was nothing. Nothing. Nothing to live for.
Then. It hit her, a wound so deep it took a hold of her
spiralling throughout space, lashing out its tongue to taste the ebony air
she was caught in its wake
so sweet and fulfilling it devours more,
to create a spear of life.
She watches it all fall into place and takes a liking to her new shape
she takes pleasure in watching the new world form
she was here for it all.
She watches her earth turn from dirt into soil into life
with seeds of every kind of flower growing, reaching up their hands
longingly towards her loving gaze. She lifts her head and takes in their poison, they tingle up her nose and make her cry with joy
the beauty of this new life she has found.
A gentle wind fills her with laughter as she witnesses the sea take form
its raging waves intruige her to place a toe in its waters
to feel the breeze on her neck in her hair,
she tastes the salt on her lips and smiles with satisfaction.
This is how things should be. For she is still young as the world and has much to learn of how things are,
not of how things should be.
Life is created and she holds her breath at the sight of the animals
that grace her lands
they fill her ears with songs of love and thank her for her generosity. From an ape to a man a whole generation span.
And what came from something so small turned into something catastrophic
it tore her flesh apart. She saw the rise and fall of humans triumph and often pitied them in their ways of thinking
how mindless and selfish these creatures were,
to take life and give so easy
no thought or word of love.
She is no longer alone, she no longer has to be afraid of being forgotten
the sun wonders with her throughout the day
discussing what will be and what is to come.
The moon with his top hat and cloak dances with her at night
to a slow jazz played on the old piano,
he whispers in her ear of how radiant she looks in his moonlight
they twirl and sway, hoping that day will stay away
she wishes it to stay this way,
to go on turning and turning with not a care in the world
she wishes it to stay this way just the stars and her moon forever in orbit
the slow jazz on the old piano.
By Emma Jane Mackay