The following free-writes are from the October Mythical Writing Workshop, theme: Skulls & Bones
Wall o’ Bones. Do you think they’re menacing the child or watching over it? Same goes for the mother, I suppose.
Heh. Imagine all the skulls are making faces and the only reason we can’t see it is because the flesh is gone. That guy in the middle is a sly one I’m sure.
The prayer of skulls is an ancient ritual.
This prayer is a rite of passage, one all men and women must embark, but not one in which all return.
It’s a cleansing ritual and upon your return from the deep, you are blessed and able to return to your people.
This woman and child embarked and returned encased in gold.
Madonna Among the Bones
Are they haunting her or comforting her, vacant holes staring from the wall, the collection of silent faces looming behind the Madonna and child? I would like to think they’ve got her back – literally – that they stand in silent approval of the mystery, the rack of those who have gone before, watching over her, protecting her and her child. That without death there is no birth, that death is the silent presence in the chapel. That the baby feels safer knowing he is watched over, not just by his mother but also by a host of bony faces who found a place to rest. It’s an eerily peaceful scene, that as the baby sleeps so do those behind him, having found a final peace. A solemn gray mystery, an intersection of the horrific and the beautiful.
All of those skulls in the backdrop remind me of how terrified I was of Tales from the Crypt when I was little. Like, why would your parents let you watch that show when you’re like 7 or 8 years old? Seriously, my brother and I would sneak out of bed every Saturday night and watch it, and freak the hell out and have to go to sleep with our parents and they just thought it was the funniest thing ever.
I bet that lady in the picture is a good mom though – she’s even praying to Jesus that her baby doesn’t watch it.