Highly Commended competition FAWNS 2012
‘The Space Between/ She Ran’ by Victoria Norton
The space between here and there, and now and then, was captured by the brown, brown eyes of the small girl.
“She ran and ran. Railway tracks. Hurry and distance. Sleeping. Waking.”
She slipped in and out of yesterday, and today, and tomorrow, at will and sometimes not by her will, but by what happened anyway.
“Safety. Fear. Carry her safely in your arms/ heart.”
If she could have the total control of the time and space she dreamt of, she would never go back to yesterday, she would ignore today, and stay in tomorrow.
“Step aside. Glide slide. Only one little part of who I am. Wrong song.”
The light changed from pastel pale pinks and mauves to bright green tinted with gold. She watched the space between the clouds for clues, as to how to make time go back to the pure and soothing pastel shades of pale pink.
“Blood red pain. Intrusion, confusion. Everything’s wrong.”
In the bright green day she wasn’t safe, and wasn’t able to slip and slide between the worlds. Only at night when the light dissipated, could she see in her mind where she needed to be, and aim for it and go there.
“Getting there and back. Night colors. Mothers quilt. Daytime fathers face.”
And she did, every night because the safety and security of the soft, warm colors let her. It was the colours that gave her the ability to step in and out, they were in control, and she needed the permission of the colors.
“Music in the colors. Choreographed dance of the little death.”
Never, never would the brilliant greens of the day, stolen from a parrot’s back, allow her to leave the here and now and go there, forward to where it was good. Instead that color pinned her, butterfly on a board, stretched out and held down.
“Broken, bent, changed.”
She had to wait for the softness of the night color, the hues of soft pink and mauve, which cradled her and soothed her, and let her go to the other place.
“Night colors. Mothers quilt. Daytime fathers face. Playful/ painful.”
The bright, bright light of the day held her tight, bound her and stapled her and stopped her breath. For it was only at night that she was full of clean fresh air.