∙ Ꮠ ∙ Ᏹ ∙ imaginary friend ∙ Ᏹ ∙ Ꮠ ∙

my mother kept my secret well.  no one but she and i ever knew about Mari.  my father was oblivious until i was six and,  sobbing hysterically,  i swore that i hadn’t taken his hunting knife and cut an X in my forehead ~ Mari  had done it accidentally.  he yelled at my mother all the way to the emergency room for not telling him years before about my imaginary friend.  my mother quieted him by saying most children had them and the best way to deal with the situation was to ignore it.  my father never mentioned Mari again.  she was furious and wouldn’t stop whining the next day “why did your father keep saying i’m imaginary?  i’m real, Anne! i’m real!”  i  finally consoled her by saying that, from now on,  i would let her sleep with me instead of  on the trundle bed {with the one condition that she would never cut my bangs again.}  by the time i was 11,  i got the irony of  my mother being a child psychologist when i saw her best-selling book “The Magic of Reality” in the front window of  our my favorite bookstore.  now i wonder if  i was ever anything more to her than a case study.  as i got older,  i began to want to have time to be alone.  Mari’s response to my request was always “we’ll be together ’til the end.”  she’d shrug if  i would ask when “the end” might be.  i escaped into my own world by painting.  my mother said i was “gifted” and,  when i was 15, she sent us me off  to the Académie in Paris,  one of the best schools of art, painting and sculpture.  mother arranged for a large attic room.  perfect for a studio as well as bedroom,  it had a multi-paned window covering the northern wall and extending up into the roof.  it was in an expensive women-only hostelry which my mother equated with supervised.  la matrone was not only drunk on her arse most of  the time,  she was the one who supplied me with wine at every meal and an extra bottle every evening.  the wine did more for my painting than the school ever did.  i became known for haunting portraits of  a girl who seemed ready to jump off the canvas and into the room.  to men she was a Lolita;  to women, a child who needed their protection.  no matter what her pose,  the background was always dried-blood red ~ the exact shade of  the wine i drank.

then came the night it all seemed to fall apart. Mari had been trying to reassure me that the painting was going well,  but i would have none of  it.  screaming  “you don’t understand!”  i threw the half-full bottle of  wine into the corner of  the room,  then threw myself  down onto the mattress, burying my face in the pillows.  i could hear her pick the bottle up off  the floor;  set it on the table.  she turned off  the lights and lay down next to me.  as she wrapped her arms around me tenderly,  she whispered  “don’t worry,  Anne.  it will all come together in the morning”  and with that, we drifted off  to sleep.

the sky was a lovely clear blue when i awoke. the studio was filled with a wonderful light.  i looked at the painting across the room and knew exactly what needed to be done.  just a few strokes of  the brush completed it and i signed the bottom corner…..       Marianne

∙ Ꮠ ∙ Ᏹ ∙ Ꮠ ∙

too many years apart

souls merged again ~ coming home

no longer broken

∙ Ꮠ ∙ Ᏹ ∙ Ꮠ ∙

∙ Ᏹ ∙

“Me And My Imaginary Friend”   Colin Hay   /   drakan66

this story was written in a true collaboration between Ainsley Allmark and myself.  you may have seen our previously posted poetry duet or partnerships in rounds 11, 12 and 13 at SPARK.  i began the story then we exchanged emails with our ideas until we arrived at the above final version.  even some sentences were written in part by each of  us,  though full credit is due Ainsley for the haiku and the concept of  how to merge  the two characters at the end.  i have never worked with another writer this way before and it was a genuine pleasure.  {thank you for all you contributed, Ainsley.}  you can find his stunning  poetry and photographs at any of  the Dolphin links in the blogrolls at the bottom of  the page.  two of  his most popular blogs are  Dolphin Muse  and  Dolphin Visions.

Haibun (Japanese: 俳文 haikai writings) is a literary composition that combines prose and haiku. The range of haibun is broad and includes, but is not limited to, the following forms of prose:  autobiography,  biography,  diary,  essay,  history,  prose poem,  short story and travel literature…..

A haibun may record a scene, or a special moment, in a highly descriptive and objective manner or may occupy a wholly fictional or dream-like space. The accompanying haiku may have a direct or subtle relationship with the prose and encompass or hint at the gist of what is recorded in the prose sections…..

Contemporary practice of haibun composition in English is evolving rapidly. Generally, a haibun consists of one or more paragraphs of prose written in a concise,  imagistic  haikai  style,  and one or more haiku…..Read More

this is our submission to the following FABulous sites for poets~

Week 77   at   It’s Thursday
prompt:   the first {top} image “Corner”  by (Dave) swineandroses  at deviantART

Connections   at   POETRY JAM
prompt:   Go to the Times Best Seller list,  (or the new tunes in iTunes, new movies, some place with unfamiliar titles) and pick three. This is your beginning, middle, end. Or your box.  Or door. You can use the words themselves, or some image or concept they suggest, but write a poem that, in some way, connects the three.

“CAN YOU KEEP A SECRET?”  by Sophie Kinsella
“THE MAGIC OF REALITY”  by Richard Dawkins. Illustrated by Dave McKean
“UNBROKEN” by Laura Hillenbrand

thanks for the fabulous prompt, Briarcat!

Open Link Monday  and   Kerry’s Wednesday Challenge  at   imaginary garden with real toads
prompt:   take your cue from Steven King’s brand of the macabre and grotesque, and do it with poetic precision. No pumpkins, bats or ghouls…  let’s make this more about psychological terrors… though a touch of the super-natural would not be misplaced.

The Poetry Pantry #72  and  Midnight Snack (007)  at   Poets United   don’t forget they are accepting submissions HERE for their second poetry anthology ~ you have until 31 December 2011!
prompt:    second {bottom} image above  “Scar”  by  AnnaMariaDeMari at  deviantART

OpenLinkNight ~ Week 15    at   dVerse ~ Poets Pub    a Fabulous site for poets ~ spend some time at the Pub!
link up any poem you’d like ~ come join the poetry party!

The Poetry Picnic Week 11     at   The Gooseberry Garden
prompt:   Halloween Special  {thank you Morning!}

i am also participating in ~


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24 responses to “∙ Ꮠ ∙ Ᏹ ∙ imaginary friend ∙ Ᏹ ∙ Ꮠ ∙

  1. Leo

    …Wow.. What a narration. I dono what part of this story was done by you, and what by Ainsley and I don’t want to either :) coz the effect brought together got me entranced in its plot immediately and what a unique perspective to the characterization, Dani n Ains.. Needless to say, but I loved it. Good to see u at It’s Thursday, hope to see u back there, and at Haiku Heights too…

    • thank you so much, Leo! ♥ i’m not sure if we could even tell you who wrote what at this point. it took days of back and forth emails to complete, but it was certainly a joy to write together.

  2. I think it’s amazing that you’ve collaborated with another writer. It flows so beautifully. I feel inspired by this post as I was not familiar with the haibun. Thanks for introducing me to this cool writing style. Amazing writing here. I’m pumped to read something that ignites something creative!

  3. very creative story.. i like the souls merging into one.

    in reality, we are parts of different people, and if we allow it, we can give voices to it at appropriate times. in writing and poetry, it all comes out together .. such as yours and your partner.

    wonderful share ~

  4. hedgewitch

    Nice creepy story, dani & Ainsley–I used to try to have an imaginary friend, but she would never answer me–I must have been doing something wrong. ;_) I love the concept of the haibun, but have always wondered what the end product would be–now I know–something that is unified yet different than a normal sample of your writing in subtle ways. Keep experimenting, keep growing, and on this end, I’ll keep reading.

    • thank you, Joy! ♥ i have written haibun by myself before and, as is almost always the case when i write prose, most have turned out creepy or supernatural or scary in some way. this is the first time i have ever attempted a collaboration like this and the experience was amazing, with our creativity feeding off each other’s ideas. i highly recommend that every writer get together with a friend and try a collaboration at least once. i’ll bet your imaginary friend was too much in awe of you to speak. {smile} i appreciate your visit and kind comment.

  5. Dani, this is just unbelievably good. I admire the fact that it was collaborative. The story arc was great. Everything about it is to be commended.

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  7. deliciously creepy…i def think you both could expand this into a much larger story…the premise is really good…the merging at the end is a very nice touch…

  8. Wow, I really loved the way it turned out! Really cool story, you two.

  9. great story telling dani – reminded me somehow of the movie a beautiful mind..think there are some outstanding artists who were shizophrenic in a more or less serious way

  10. PS–this post is not showing on my blog roll and I don’t know why not. Also, I went in and changed the blog’s name, and now it is back to the old one on my blog roll! Weird.

  11. Stunning collaboration ~~ ♥♥♥

  12. how precious,

    a co-write with your friend, glad to see you share.

  13. bravo, what an achievement,

    it has been a while seeing you around, glad to see you at picnic.
    keep writing,

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