A rose, honey gilt and studded, a paragon in memento. In the conscience of purity, as such this forged perfection; I bare its form and dream.

Deliverance comes in amble, drifting plains of shade and light, vivid and in colour. Solitude fades in equity of your presence, and I am servant once more.

I tread in gambol amidst flaxen glory and quaff in probity your rectitude. With warmest breath, sage and with veracity, you shine.

Byย spring to bloom and time to follow, we are forfeit of burden and blithe. In hunger, recumbent and cradled amidst cushions of heather, I am given helpless to blissful tides and swept clean by their flow.

With touch in Caramel, held by beam and bed in amethyst, our lines shape then form. Beneath the drape and needle lace, beyond trappings and stirred, we breathe as one.

Upon thy flesh, given to fidelity and set by favour, the tribute of a rose. Stripped of doubt and naked before passion, we are given in consummation to the fulfilment of the moment.

With each instance in passing, comes more, and dreams hold not eternal.

Beneath the half light and before the shadow, beyond darkness and light – in comfort so tender, with whispers calling, your image embraced and then gone.

As would Orpheus in lament, bring tears, my heart sings for the loss of dreams. In treachery the sun, with light as drinks the shadow gone. Ablaze in candour, the ice of glittering rose and the coldest breath, returns darkness to the soul.

Corrupt by rancour and lost to retribution I am cast to destiny. ย In chastity of death, I stand alone, before memento, dour and carved.

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21 Responses to Memento

  1. Manuela, the Rose ;-) says:

    We had to wait long for your latest essay Andrew, but it was well worth it! I wonder how you manage to get better by each blog. I already loved your first essay but this one is the best so far ๐Ÿ™‚

  2. The stem of a rose lays safely in your hand. Such a memento only knows the caress of your kindness and the purity of your heart as you embrace it with your words.
    This reaches new depths Pan! Don’t ever stop sharing your soul in such an honest way! Tears!
    Wendy xx

    • avbarber says:

      Thank you Maree – the words do not form easily and so your appreciation brings much gratitude. As always, your comment is wonderfully poetic and fits beautifully

  3. nikki says:

    You fit each word into your own life and get carried away with the flow. Beautifully written, a joy to read, and a wonderful memory of words to keep . x

  4. Juliet C. says:

    Hi Andrew, I must say, it was such a delightful essay! One of your most best work! Thank you for sharing, and looking forward reading more! Such inspirational work! Thank you, Juliet C. ๐Ÿ™‚

    • avbarber says:

      Hi Juliet, as always your words greatly flatter and I thank you! I hope you continue to find beauty in my work for years to come ๐Ÿ™‚

      • Juliet C. says:

        Hello Andrew, thank you for your kind words, as my words come from my heart, from the beauty of your work! Have a lovely Sunday! Juliet C. ๐Ÿ™‚

  5. I want to share what I picture when I read your essay. It is how I experience your work. A series of beautiful visions in my head, put there by your words. I see a gravestone. A single rose is placed on top. Through the trees the sun is setting and the rose is lit up by a golden hue.
    As the sun sets and the harsh light of reality fades man is able to sleep, to dream. He wishes to see his love. To once again know the feel of her embrace. They are two swirling spirits who become whole. Once again together. Then just like the night but in reverse the sun sends it’s light through the trees again, waking the man, bringing him from sleep and once again the two are separated.
    The rose is still there, laced with frost. The man stands before the grave. I can see his breathe in the cold air, reality of day once again sets in.
    If I am way off Andrew its my failing not yours.
    Electa x

    • avbarber says:

      I soon will have you writing my blurbs – you are very close to the image I actually “painted around” with the one difference being that the rose, in Memento, is a pendant. The rest you actually hit with such accuracy I feel quite in awe! ๐Ÿ™‚ Thank you so much Electa – I hope you will continue to read and enjoy my work.

  6. Andrew,
    This is a most fantastic piece of writing. A Shakespearian feel to your words, which might easily rest well within a romantic play. Very emotive language.
    Best Wishes,

  7. Marina says:

    Enter the realm of fairy folk and ancient muse to don the cloak this maestro favours. His spiced quill spins silk over any wounded heart that would linger here. ‘With touch in caramel, held by bed and beam in amethyst, our lines shape then form.’ Pity the maid who knows this awful truth, that piece by agony piece the waves of nectar longing wash and tatter.
    Once again, she lowers her eyes in reluctant thanks and slips quietly from the room.

  8. Marina says:

    The honour is all mine, Sir.

  9. Caroline says:

    ‘Beneath warmest heather; breath more tender than the honey deliverance of a rose momento’—once again, thank you Andrew for the chance to savour and dally with the beautiful words you choose. Your blog is an inspiration to all would-be writers. :))

  10. avbarber says:

    Thank you Caroline – I really hope that you continue to enjoy my words for many years to come ๐Ÿ™‚ Your comments are always warm and filled with encouragement!

  11. Sahm King says:

    Andrew Barber, this is love. How is it that you seem to be one of the few mortals in this world capable of so eloquently summing up such an ephemeral, inescapably unimaginable emotion into something so comprehensible to something as intangible and inherently meaningless as the human soul is in this material world? My hats off to you, sir. Your words are as moving as the Universe before the inexorable force of dark matter itself, and I feel better for having read them. ๐Ÿ™‚

  12. Sahm King says:

    Reblogged this on The Arkside of Thought and commented:
    Allow me to introduce Andrew Barber. Were the Samurai knights wielding words, Andrew would be feared not only by lords, but by Emperors. Check him out.

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