Hanging In A Jar

She saw a funeral cortege pass by today. It pulled into the cemetery by her house. It was a beautiful day and the grass had been not long cut. Blossom still fell from the trees.  It was an open coffin. His face was waxy and drained of colour; just dusty pink brushed onto his cheeks in a room near where he now lay.  A lady, dressed as Pierrot, lay slumped at his feet. She was limp, like an antique doll shaken by a baby. She had cried so hard that her body had dried out completely. Desperately thirsty, she lapped at the pool of tears below, but the salt crystallised and cracked her tongue. Her blood dripped down onto the pool below. A pulcinella waved from her broken reflection, laughing.  The nun began the eulogy. "I dreamt of autumn in the dim glass light, Of friends, with you, in their motley love, And like a falcon, tasting blood in flight, The swooping heart alighted on your glove. But time would grow old, and deaf, and pass, And, lightly touching frames wit...

There's no need to surrender. But watch that you aren't killed by your own traps. No one wants to starve; to be starved of anything. Frederick Clegg Frederick As a pastime, watching butterflies and moths is known as butterflying and mothing. The latter has given rise to the term "mother" for someone who engages in this activity. Frederick wants to own Miranda and in a way he does; she is trapped. He knew he would do whatever it took to have her, even if it was against her will. Miranda is helpless and after initial fear feels pity and softness for her keeper; when she realises there is no escape, this softness hardens.  "He is solid; immovable, iron-willed. He showed me one day his killing bottle. I'm imprisoned in it. Fluttering against the glass. Because I can see through it I still think I can escape. I have hope. But it's all an illusion.    A thick round wall of glass."     Miranda meaning:  'to be admired'. Miranda surrendered. ...