aussiekelly1
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I am a (long time ago) published author with HarperCollins. I just decided to start writing again and have written a short story (first time I have put pen to paper in years). I know after my latest forum debacles that i can rely on you lot for your honest opinions. Please let me know honestly what you think, as after so many years have lost a lot of confidence in my writing ability. thanks a million. xx kelly
BanksaBankshe
In a realm untouched by the conscious mind of mankind, dwelled the Dual Diety BanksaBankshe; both male and female, Anima/Animus, two separate entities joined by a golden thread. These two, as one, personified the eternal fufillment of human love. Some, in the dreams of human thought, called Banksabankshe "Aphrodite". Others; Venus, Eros, Cupid, Hera, Freya, Isis, Ishtar, Radha, Tlazolteotl, Xochipilli and Kama. Female and male, Archetypes of Creation, feminine and masculine ... seeking reunion. A reunion fufilled for all time and all lore, in BanksaBankshe.
The kingdom of BanksaBankshe was a grand palace filled with fire and warmth. The light of love and serenity flowed through every hall and fissure. All those dwelling within the kingdom knew only the spirit of love to course through their veins. No other energy could exist in this place, for it had been created of love, abided within love, and love was it's very lifeforce of existence. The lost, the forsaken, all found refuge within it's sanctuary; for love does not judge, it sees the very best in all, and allows it to live.
For millenia the kingdom prospered in the realm of the Gods, opening its doors to all who would knock and ask to enter. The perfect male and female love between Banksa and Bankshe provided a never-ending lifeforce to sustain the hearts of all who asked to be their children. A more perfect world was never devised, nor has been seen since, until this day.
One day, one year, one century (for time has no essence in the realm of Deity), Bankshe noticed a second thread, one of silver, leading from the heart of Bangsa to his right, along with her own gold thread leading to the left. "My husband, my soul, my completion....what is this I see? Where comes this silver thread linked to our hearts and lifeforce?"
Banksa answered "Do you not see? I have love unbounded, more than enough for all, she will complete me, even more than I am completed with you. Would you deny me the right to love unbounded?"
Bankshe's soul crept away, holding itself tight and rocking with fears never known in the kingdom before. A high pitched wailing began to echo through every corridor of the palace. Pain had entered the kingdom, an energy never known in the perfect realms of love embodied.
"Am I no longer the completion of your soul my husband? Is the perfection of our love no longer a truth?"
But the silver thread had spun a silver veil of blindness over the eyes and heart of Banksa. The silver was a beautiful sight to his eyes but the gold he saw only as black. "If you were truly my wife, my soul, my desire, you would feel joy for me in my extended love, not think of your greedy, needy love!!"
With this, Banksa swung his saber and cut the golden thread between himself and Bankshe. And Bankshe's heart broke in two.
Banksa carried Bankshe to the palace door and dropped her on the outer doorstep, instructing her "I will come to get you when I am ready, but until then you must learn that I am the master of this house. When you have learned that I WILL as I WILL, then I may come to bring you back into the warmth of my abode."
The winter winds whipped around the face and bare arms of Bankshe as she sat an all night vigil on the doorstep of the palace. In the morning Banksa opened the door and looked down upon the defeated form on Bankshe. But the spell of the silver veil had grown stronger. Bankshe begged "Please my husband...please see me...you are under a spell...please SEE me." But the spell of the silver veil grew stronger.
"You whine at me...I need to eat" And Banksa slammed the door. A high pitched wailing began to Echo through every corridor of the palace.
Alone in his warm firelit chamber (for the light and warmth had gone out in every other part of the palace), Bangsa took stock of the silver thread, the copper and the bronze all linked to his heart, and realized that all were as unworthy as the gold/black thread had been. He took his saber and severed every thread connected to him. But the spell of the silver veil remained, even after the silver thread had been severed.
A second night of vigil and prayer on the doorstep...Bankshe's swollen eyes and shaking hands begged the Creator for mercy and truth. But still the spell of the silver veil grew stronger.
Banksa opened the door and looked at the strange creature shivering in the cold on his doorstep. Bankshe cried and screamed for her husband to regcognize her, but his eyes were glazed with silver...he could not see. "What a strange sight", thought Banksa.."What a strange creature making such strange mewling sounds on my doorstep." "I need to eat" thought Banksa, and slammed the door. A high pitched wailing began to
echo through every corridor of the palace.
Each day Banksa opened the door of the palace to find the same odd mewling creature shivering in the snow on his doorstep. Every now and then, Bangsa seemed to recall that once the creature had actually been able to speak, but then dismissed it with a shake of his head. "I must be getting old" he thought. "Something so strange and so alien, could not possibly speak.". And the spell of the silver veil grew stronger. Then Banksa slammed the door. A high pitched wailing began to Echo through every corridor of the palace.
Bankshe could see that her husband no longer recognized her. She called on the power of tempest to make him see her. The palace was pelted with hail from dusk till dawn, but when Banksa opened the door in the morning, all he could see was the strange creature shivering in a blanket of hailstones. A high pitched wailing began to Echo through every corridor of the palace. And the spell of the silver veil grew stronger.
Bankshe called on the power of anger to help her husband recognize her. Thunder and lighting rocked the palace from dusk till dawn, but when Banksa opened the door in the morning, all he could see was the strange creature shivering in a pile of snow and ashes. A high pitched wailing began to Echo through every corridor of the palace. And the spell of the silver veil grew stronger.
Weeks went by, then months. The heart of Bankshe became frail, the hope of her husband ever seeing her again became the faintest whisper on the wind.
One morning Banksa opened the door and saw the poor,strange creature lying quite still, covered in a blanket of snow on his doorstep. The tears had crystalised to ice as they rolled down sweet Bankshe's blue face. The spell of the silver veil was rent, and Banksa saw Bankshe for who she really was. "My wife, my love, my soul" cried Banksa. But Bankshe lay still and unmoving on the ground. He knew she would never
move again. And as the palace disolved into non-existence behind him, Banksa's heart broke in two.
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