Immortality.
Written for:
The Worlds Challenge by TrisanaChandler13: Age of Five – Write about a quest for immortality.
The Poetry of Flashy Colours Challenge by reminiscent-afterthought: Prose poetry.
There is something irresistible in the sound of this silence.
Teddy breathes it in like a drug; feels its heady intoxication permeate his pores and run, ticklish and lightning-fleet, across the sinuous nerves entwined around his heart. Teddy drinks it in like a nectar; and savours each drop as it bathes the hungry crevices of his soul.
But it is not silence at all.
There is a state that falls between words and silence, a state of being unutterable, indefinable, intangible in its physicality, for it bears no mortal form and exists only in the spirit. It lies, dormant but-ever present in every archway and buttress of this old house, in every bower and in the dancing streams around these woods, in every wind that blows over this land. It lies in his very veins, in the pools and hollows of his stomach, the cavities of his heart.
It lies dormant, but ready, ever alert for his call, and comes whenever he should have need. This spirit-essence of his father, all things loving, and kindly and fair and just, beautiful and fragile; and terrible in its strength. Ribbons of the heart-soul of his mother, all things bright and sparkling and alive and vibrant, courage and nobility above the human plight; an eternal, enduring grace.
It is life.
Life surrounds him, marks him, completes him, vibrates in every atom of his body, fills and fulfils the chambers of his soul, stitches him together.
Father and Mother, they stand beside him, invisible, ethereal shadows, they dwell inside him, an infinite bubbling font.
And thus is he made immortal, three parts life, and three parts soul.