The day I sat down to write this piece I had just discovered that two of my cats had to be put down, both of which I've had since I was a baby. In that respect this piece lends itself to express individual experience and I'm not sure if another writer would get any where near the same story. I can name the particular parts of the image I took inspiration from, which is what lead me to the final idea:
My first thoughts on the image was that is was quite an earthy natural picture. The yellow and red reminded me of a wilted petal. This in my mind related to the earth and ground, fresh in my mind of where we had buried the cats. The way the picture moves from a dusty dark in the top left corner to a softer white in the bottom right brought ideas to mind above recycling and the idea of the continuous pattern of life and death. Again it was probally my own situation that took these conclusions from the colours, but it would be interesting to see if someone else took the same notion of an idea from the image?
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We burried you together, by the oak tree. The tree was strong enought to hold a chair, a swing chair, and we buried you below where we could brush our toes against your memories. I think of your stillness, deep below the skin of the earth.
Swallowed whole.
You sit like gobstoppers, shrinking; disintergrating; switching from the colour of skin, to organs, to bones. Until the two of you are rotten, and become one.
I site above you, feet pressed to the grass, and imagine your breath is the wind.
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