This, the last week in the course, the prompt was: "Every angel is terrible ..." (Rainer Maria Rilke).
This is what came into my head:
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O Lucifer, star of the morning, Have we all been tarred with your gorgeous, careless brush?
You, the one who enjoyed fellowship with the Almighty! You let it go to your head, did you - as a result you hurtled,
the most magnificent peacock, sapphire and emerald and onyx and gold feathers Tumbling
from the heavens Cascading
through the firmament To land in the mysterious murkiness called "In the beginning."
Your metamorphosis into the loveliest of serpents in the garden
made us who watched from above regard you with fear and awe. Michael, Gabriel trying to fill your sandals shuddered as you were banished and slithered away.
Where did you go?
Would human kind now believe that every angel is terrible?
And so we rallied ourselves. We organized: Battalions Regiments Brigades Divisions - A heavenly host. Seraphim to guard the holy of holies Cherubim to protect humankind from themselves The great princes: Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, Uriel And one throne now vacant, O Lucifer, Star of the morning.
Guardian angels Earth angels Hark, the herald angels sing.
An army of goodness.
Thousands upon thousands of us, working tirelessly to protect and defend.
And yet, still they're drawn to you, O Lucifer
Prince of darkness Roaring lion Tempter of God Himself - Terrible, beautiful Star of the morning
On this fourth week, the writing prompt that hit me between the eyes was this:
"I stand on all fours, my fur ..."
I couldn't actually read this piece - or any piece, for that matter - aloud this week. But here's what I wrote:
I stand on all fours, my fur rising ever so slightly from my suddenly unfamiliar body. (Is it my body that is unfamiliar, or is it everything else?)
Last Tuesday night I went to bed, stretched out as usual on the blanket on the floor behind my Friend's bed. She turned out the light, then she said, like she says every night, "Sleep time, SLEEP time, my little Earl Grey. Sleep time, my Faithful Friend. See you in the MORning!"
But the morning never came. The dark night got blacker and blacker. The Good Rancher got up and made his breakfast and left. My Friend got up and called to me.
I didn't know where she was.
I didn't know where I was.
I bumped into a hard edge and did not know how to get around it so I stopped. I needed water, I needed to go outside, I needed to have my Friend say, "Good MORning, my little Earl Grey!"
She came back to find me. I almost didn't hear her footsteps. I was so scared that my entire body was shaking. I could hardly breathe.
"Come on, my dog! What's going on?" I looked at where I thought her voice was coming from. She cried my name like she never had before - "GRAAAAAAYYY!"
She pushed me with her legs and put her hand on my head. She got me to where I could feel cool air on my face. So many smells. Birds chirping. Cats meowing. Musket yapping from the porch. I was so confused that I just froze.
I put out my foot, but there was nothing there. Suddenly I felt her next to me. Her hands on my shoulders. "Step!" she screamed, "Step! Step! Step! Step!"
I didn't know what to do. She had never raised her voice at me before. Except that time when she saw me with a baby barn kitten in my mouth. Was she angry with me, like then?
I heard tapping right below me. "Step," she whispered. I could feel her breath on my face. Salt water dripping onto my nose. I leaned toward her and my foot dropped down to reach a spot just below me. "Step," she said again and that same tapping below me. I followed her breath.
And then I felt the cold bristles of grass beneath me. "Go, on, Earl Grey," she said. I inhaled the scent of previous outside visits, both mine and the other dogs'. Some stronger than others. I took a few steps into this blackness. I had to pee, but I was too scared to lift my leg.
She called to me and I heard her truck running. Maybe we were going for a ride? But I could not find her or the truck. Suddenly she was in front of meIbumpedintoherlegs. The Good Rancher was there and he picked me up and put me in the truck. She was already sitting right next to me.
The movement, the noise, the smells. I could hear big trucks coming toward me and I pressed myself low on the seat because I couldn't see them and I was scared they were going to run over me.
We stopped at the place where the people give me treats, and the girl came out to help my Friend get me out of the truck. They put a noose around my neck and started to pull me, but I did not know where I was going so I sat down.
And I heard my Friend's voice. "My Faithful Friend," she said. "Come with me, Earl Grey."
They got me into a small room. I tried to walk around but I kept bumpingbumping into a huge box in the middle of the room. I put my head on my Friend's lap and everything was quiet.
But not for long. Two other people came into the room and they made my Friend put a muzzle on me. Then they poked me in my foot, and they put something cold near my heart, and I felt whooshing air near my eyes. I started to pant.
My Friend and that girl got me back into the truck. The truck started and then there was a howling sound, like the coyotes on the hills at home every night. I tried to reach for her hand, which was always there when I put my head on the console, but I fell off the seat.
The howling stopped. So did the truck. The door next to me opened. She helped me get back up onto the seat.
We got home. I got onto the floor of the truck but when she tried to get me down I couldn't move. I could only shake and pant.
She went away and came back and there was somewhere hard to put my foot. It was covered with something soft that smelled like her jacket. "Step," she said quietly. "Step."
And I was on the blessed ground again.
This last week has been long. Cold weather. Accidents in the living room. I can't find my food until I am standing in the bowl. I spill the water. My head hurts all the time. I sleep a lot. The dogs avoid me, but those kittens stay close to me now.
Nothing is the same.
Except for one thing.
A long time ago she went away for a night, and when she came back the next afternoon, she smelled of blood and bandages and medicine and sadness. We could not jump up on her, and she did not bend down to give us our milk time, milk time. Something was wrong.
She lay on the couch and I lay on the floor next to her. When she got up she went to the small room with the loud rushing of water. I felt I needed to go look after her. So I waited for her outside the door.
And from that day on, whenever she goes to the small room with the loud rushing of water I always lie down, blocking the door, waiting for her, protecting her from the unseen enemy. Now everything is unseen, everything is the enemy.
Still. I still know when she is in that place, and I have still been able to find the door. And I would still protect her with my whole pitiful being.
She opens the door. I stand on all fours, my fur turning into shield and breastplate and helmet, and my useless eyes glowing jade green. I stand on guard for her.
And I hear her say the words she always says as she bends to stroke my back and head:
"Grey? Are you waiting for me, Grey? Oh Grey, you ALWAYS wait for me. THANK you for waiting for me, Earl Grey. Thank you for being my Faithful Friend. Do you love me, Grey? I think you LOVE me!! From the FIRST time you saw me, you loved me, and you wanted to BE my friend. And now, you are my FAITHful Friend, Earl Grey, and now, you are MY dog."
Everything has changed, but nothing has changed. I would give my life for her.
