So I recently rediscovered an old very literary very short piece. On the face of it, it's pretty, it's clever, but apparently nonsensical. To be understood by the minions any explanation requires more words the the piece itself.
THE CONFINES OF MY CASTLE
The outer, unwritten framework, is the story of a middle class woman in an abusive marriage. The story is her cryptic cry for help. By design, reading the story provides little insight into her message. However, reading the story out loud to a third party may offer enough clues to unravel the tale.
After a domestic violence 'incident' the woman miscarries. (It was a boy). In her grief she becomes depressed and afraid of her husband. During her next 'fertile' period her husband forces himself on her. A new pregnancy, whether boy or girl, goes some way to ease her depression. But she remains in fear of her husband.
After a domestic violence 'incident' the woman miscarries. (It was a boy). In her grief she becomes depressed and afraid of her husband. During her next 'fertile' period her husband forces himself on her. A new pregnancy, whether boy or girl, goes some way to ease her depression. But she remains in fear of her husband.
THE CONFINES OF THE CASTLE
After the fall, the morning of the passing sun hailed a winter that would never end. Now without life, and love lost, her spring had left her, and now she feared the night.
During a new season the night would come, and the night would know her. And by early light she felt the comfort and warmth of the birth of a new dawn. Or the promise of a summer sun, to brighten all her days, and to ease the pain of morning. But still, she feared the night.
After the fall, the morning of the passing sun hailed a winter that would never end. Now without life, and love lost, her spring had left her, and now she feared the night.
During a new season the night would come, and the night would know her. And by early light she felt the comfort and warmth of the birth of a new dawn. Or the promise of a summer sun, to brighten all her days, and to ease the pain of morning. But still, she feared the night.