FOUR

Hello, Everyone-who-reads-this,

The Oblivion Corpus is back. This is the fourth poem, short and bittersweet. Enjoy!

Hope you all had a nice weekend. Mine was and still is pretty busy, but nice nonetheless.

Don’t forget to like, comment and share!

And, as always, happy reading!

Sincerely,
Mary Matshine

P.S. Do you like the new look of the blog? 🙂


sunrise

Wavy Sunset. Oil on paper by Mary Matshine.

 

We’ve observed together
Vermilion sunrise and better
Silvery moonlight high above.

We’ve walked the same lane
Through the wind and rain
Snow and feeble leaves.

And when the noon comes
Severe heat evaporates us
We go our own ways

Just to start all over again.

 

*If you enjoyed this poem, then do read these: ONE, TWO, THREE.

 

Lightlined — Part 3

Hi, Everyone-who-reads-this,

Finally, the THIRD PART is here! I am tardy, a lot, I know, but I hope it would be worth it. I’ve translated a piece of what I planned and realized it works on its own. Also, you get the read sooner this way. I hope you enjoy it.

Don’t forget to like, comment and share!

And, as always, happy reading!

Sincerely,
Mary Matshine

P.S. Make sure to read first two parts before this one. 😉


 

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By Bill Williams on Unsplash.

 

3.

The morning was brighter than previous ones. Dante was sure he could see more nooks and crannies of his cell.
He heard Gargon’s swift steps in front of the thick door, then, the locks rattled, as always. Dante was patiently waiting to hear that last screech of a metal hinge leaving its groove for another higher and probably cleaner one. Soon, Gargon came in.

„It’s been two days.“

„You must be hungry,“ said Gargon and handed him a plate full of monochromatic food.

Dante ate it in a few moist breaths.

Gargon sat by his side the entire time. Watching.

„How do I become like you?“ Dante said after putting the plate on the rough stone floor. He was careful not to make that awful sound of metal hitting masonry. It bothered him even more than the shriek the wood gave away while trying to keep its metal lover close.

„A zverhano? Interesting. Are you sure?“

„It gives me the best chance to escape. Right?“

„Sure. Although, it does have the worst consequences…“

„Consequences? Like when Raksas attacked the Eastern Lands, lost, and now he can’t maintain proper allegiance amongst his men and the people?“

„I like how you summed that up. You could make a good teacher one day, or, a writer even!“ Gargon smiled. A sound came out. It was a half-laugh half a sound of a turtle mating. High-pitched and short.

„What you’ve described, however true — those are indeed consequences for Raksas’s actions — it doesn’t fit into this particular context. Remember, now, consequences are different for every single person, and, they also depend on the situation. But, when it comes to Magika, this differs in a sense that the consequences themselves are the same, but how a person reacts to them is not. You may enjoy being hungry all the time, or, snapping bones may be a sound that comforts you; I know demons who like that…“

Gargon looked at his friend carefully, coldly, as if trying to discern how impactful his little speech was.

Dante’s eyebrows raised. His lips pursed a bit which caused his jaw to clench. But what Gargon couldn’t see, and what Dante was certain his friend could clearly hear, was his quick, uncertain heartbeat.

„That sounds scary.“

„Well, the books don’t mention that, now, do they? Each creation has a consequence. For example, if you are an earth one you tend to be hungry quite often. Food can satisfy you to a certain degree, but, to you, nothing can do it like faeces.“

Dante frowned, his nose pulling back.

„Sounds awful. But, I don’t think it tastes much worse than what I eat every day… Go on. What else?“

„It’s stinky being an earth one. And when you are a water one, you are often thirsty, and thirst is best quenched by…“

„Pee?“ said Dante.

„Actually, no. Only fresh spring water, not the one they themselves purify for townsfolk.“

„What about fire ones?“

„Well, the good thing is, fire can’t harm you, but, you are unbearably hot most of the time. Fire ones, hence, tend to be exhibitionists.“

Dante grinned. Imagining naked bodies always made him feel like grinning, it was weird, but he liked it.

„But,“ Gargon continued unaware of his friend’s quirky state. „No one suffers like a zverhano. The consequence is double fold. Primarily, you are completely aware that your body is changing. Each bone in your body brakes and then heals, the skin stretches and shrinks, you grow feathers, or more hair, depends; and, oh, your head! I remember my first time. I was sure Death was coming in the form of a spell gone wrong, which is often the worst of forms Death can present herself. Alas, I survived. Still remember that pain, though. Judging from your expression, you don’t want me to speak more of this. I won’t.“

Dante’s eyes were like two bulges ready to jump out of their socket and live a life of their own. His forehead was sprinkled with tiny beads of sweat. He wiped them off quickly once Gargon paused and Dante became aware of the wetness.

„Second thing is the good part of becoming what I am. Choosing an animal, and doing it not out of like or love but out of usefulness, is the most important thing when it comes to this creation. When I transform I can fly, and I can see in the infrared spectrum — you remember what that is?“

Dante was thinking for a while. He knew what it was, but he wanted to recall the entire lesson. Of course, that was too much to expect so he was satisfied to remember the person who discovered infrared, how he did it and what it meant for Magika. This included a guy named Bill, few filters and the sunlight.

After Dante said what Gargon wished to hear, he asked him what could he do if he decided to become a cantrip.

„Ah, yes. My pretty cousin. Those birds are very rare in the wild. But, I could manage to get a hold of one…“

„We need it?“

„Yes. And, also“ said Gargon grabbing one of the books and waving it as much as its weight allowed „someone should write new books!“

Dante giggled softly.

„Why do we need the actual animal?“

„Well, you must eat it, of course.“

Dante’s eyes were, once more, thinking about a vacation and a better life out there, in the big world. The eyebrows joined them, squirming and closing down.

„It’s not that bad, for you. Imagine the poor people who wish to become a dog or a horse!“

„What else do I have to do?“

„There is a whole ritual once you’ve created yourself. I won’t bore you with the details. Think about this, practice. I’ll be here tomorrow or the day after to see what you’ve decided.“

Taking the empty plate off the floor, Gargon left.

Dante was unsure. It was one thing to kill a butterfly, but eating a helpless creature that is alive!… He wasn’t sure he’d be able to do that.

Although, he needs to do it only once, and then, well, he could forget about it.

 

Love Poem [Video Reading]

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Hi, Everyone-who-watches-this,

Here is one of my older poems, dedicated to my Love, Marko.
You are free to dedicate it to whomever you Love, and share those beautiful feelings with the world.

I apologise for the watermark that is across the entire screen, but I had no clue it would be there and that big. Next time I’ll try to move it somewhere.

Now, I’m going to study.

Don’t forget to like, comment and share!

And, as always, happy watching!

Sincerely,
Mary Matshine

Repentance


 

While my words slit the air around
I imagine myself getting out
of my body. And that girl
is not who I am,
But a mere reflection
of the anger I felt.


I wish I could just grab
those words in midair,
crumple and then
throw them away.
Slap myself over the mouth,
and yell aloud:
“Shut the fuck up!”


But I ran. From the rage.
From my own tale.
Out the door and into rain.
I ran.
Though I didn't get far that day.


And you, my love,
found me on the stairs
where I hid;
“There you are!” you said.
“It was cold outside.”
“Come here.”
Nestled in your warm
embrace, I cried.

My thanks!

Status

 

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A hint.

 


Hi, Everyone-who-reads-this,

I just wanted to take a moment and give my deepest thank-you’s to all of you who are there for my posts, who wait patiently (we all know how inconsistent with publishing posts I can be) and who still take the time to read and like, even sometimes comment.

So, once more, THANKS!

I’ve got a big surprise for you!

To show my gratitude I will offer all of my current and future followers a signed online copy of… wait for it…!

Don’t forget to like, comment and share  (oh, why not, you can like this one FYI — as if you haven’t done that on previous ones 😀 )

And, as always, happy reading!

Sincerely,
Mary Matshine

Sneak Peak (You Tube Vlog 1 Trailer)

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Hi, Everyone-who-reads-this,

Follow me on YouTube so You can watch my readings and resting-just-woke-up face while I tell you all about my favourite writers and foods. 😀

Why both?
Because I love to read and eat, also, because I happened to film while breakfasting.

Translation is in the description of the video.

Now, this is only a Trailer. The entire experience will be published soon. So stay tuned for that.

Don’t forget to like, comment and share!

And, as always, happy watching!

Sincerely,
Mary Matshine

I’m Good. How are You?

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Hello, Everyone-who-reads-this,

So, I’ve been busy, but, It’s also Easter where I live. Today! Yay! I just wanted to share that with you. 🙂

It’s a huge holiday and that is why I’m missing. But I’ll be back soon, with good, quality content.

Don’t forget to like, comment, and share (my other works, this is just an FYI).

And, as always, happy reading!

Sincerely,
Mary Matshine

Lightlined Announcment

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Hello, Everyone-who-reads-this,

I know I haven’t posted yesterday. But I’m not entirely sorry because I’ve posted good content I hope you’ve enjoyed.

The novel is coming these days, I need to translate first, and that takes some time.

Please, be patient. I’m working on it with all my heart.

Don’t forget to like, comment and share! (my other works, this is just an FYI)

And, as always, happy reading!

Sincerely,
Mary Matshine

The Smell of Rain [Video Reading]

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Hello, Everyone-who-reads-this,

This is a poem you all should know by now. So enjoy it. I won’t bore you with a long intro this time.

Don’t forget to comment, like and share!

What do you think?
Do you like the voice of fake-Selene?
Should I read, instead?
I would like to. But I’m not sure my mike is very good.
I’ll do it tomorrow, and we shall see.

And, as always, happy reading!

Sincerely,
Mary Matshine

The Mynah [Video Reading, for your convenience]

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Hello, Everyone-who-reads-this,

Here is the VIDEO edition of my newest poem The Mynah, inspired by the great Edgar Poe. I hope you will endure until the end. There is a little firework-surprise there for you! It’s mignificent!

I found a semi-volunteer to read my poem. Thank you, Rod, Mike, or any other generic text reader name. Please, thank him as well, it’s hard work. Imagine having to hang out all day on a website, without being paid? Being used, clicked on, forgotten. Poor guy. Send your love to him. [a disclaimer: he is not a real person if anyone missed that].

If anyone missed the link up above: TAKE ME TO THE RUDE MYNAH

Be bold. Comment, share, like.

Tell me your opinions, I’d love to hear them.

If you would like more videos like these, do tell, because depending on the likes and request, I will or will not make them.

Cheers, and, as always, happy listening!

Sincerely,
Mary Matshine