I Belonged

Today, an extraordinarily sulky moon oozed memories. The misshapen red blob of a moon got the better of me. Like a ghastly cripple soiling your purple, she lay in front of me — all over the highway — hanging ever so much a slight whisper of something nameless.

I felt its fingers on my soul; heard the distant surf sing. I murmured long-forgotten lines, crimson with poison — the colour of today’s moon. I am forever grateful to the gods of darkness and sleep and forgetfulness for their mercies. I love light no less for its power to blind. But tonight was not to be mine.  Evil notes brought back the airs of forgotten ways — small feats, smaller fears — wishes, wants, and wakeful nights. And the icy stillness of moonlight.

I could see myself at the head of the stairwell. They bounded down in quick steps; their echoes went faster — and soon I felt the dampness curl up my feet — the water rushed in soaring waves of blue — and in a moment the stained glass of the Egyptian windows crumbled. I felt the bannisters slip away in the surf. Down under, I was closer to their echoes than ever before.

The bend was right ahead, and the night would fade fast. I had but a few moments more to bask in its dying red. The inexorable land of memories claimed me, and I belonged.

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2 comments on “I Belonged
  1. I don’t understand the following sentence, “ike a ghastly cripple soiling your purple” … what do you mean by “your purple” … what is “my purple”?

    • Sampurna says:

      The colour “purple” has several connotations today. But one of the most enduring is its association with royalty, nobility and affluence.

      Historically, only the very rich could afford purple dye in European countries – this association is at least as old as the classical Greek civilization, since there is evidence that the nobility used clothes, draperies, and etc coloured purple to distinguish themselves from the common masses, who could, traditionally, afford only green and brown dyes.

      In Aeschylus’s Agamemnon, for example, Clytemnestra rolls out a purple carpet to welcome her husband back after the long Trojan war. Purple, of course, has connotations other than just affluence in this text.

      What I refer to in the sentence you quoted is our sense of self-importance (purple) that is soiled or marred by the blemished presence of a cripple – in my case, this is the moon.

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