* Art by Robert Montgomery. He is a London artist who hijacks advertising space intended for commuters who don’t know they are art. His texts are part poetry, part an inquiry into our collective unconscious.”
My response to a challenge to respond to this photo prompt above. Not really fiction. Poetic prose perhaps? Funny because I didn’t really agree with the statement in the artwork….exactly. Sometimes when we disagree it pushes response more inspired than agreement. As much as I appreciate peace, conflict often stirs the written word.
So many told me, ‘you carry him in your heart’ or ‘he is always with you’, like some kind of ghost would wander in my soul. It’s not the same as having him here. The moments he created in this world were his alone. I could share them, but they were not mine. And when he ended they were no more.
Yet his imprint pressed me in its absence when he was gone. And as the crush lifts oh-so-slowly in the passing years, I feel him pumping, carried in the blood through the depths of my being. Present in the atoms which shape my womanhood. Life, thought, energy and dream. My father lives.
Love your interpretation Sheri!!
Thanks for sharing the Challenge, I wrote a story. Check it out when you can.
So wonderful… both of them. The picture as well as your interpretation.
Thanks so much, Geralin! It’s been hard to write lately for some reason, so I especially appreciate the encouragement of your comment.