Sometimes, I like to dream of Peter.
It will never be the same as that first night, four years ago, but I can dream. Yesterday we met half way between this world and Neverland. It's a magic place called Echolalia, and he was so sweet. He took me to a wild Victorian on the edge of the sea, chock full of lost souls and their familiars, and we waltzed to the beat of running footsteps on the stair.
He gets upset when I think of Neverland. He knows I can never go back. I'd like to think he might be sorry for getting angry that other night. but Peter Pan has no regrets.
Sometimes the sadness is too much to bare and other dreams get in. Suddenly S. is in the doorway, grinning wickedly, and my heart melts. Robbers are climbing the ivy and creeping through the windows. Water starts to collect round the Victorian, flooding the hall and the servants' quarters first, and then slowly and deliberately slinking up the banister. Peter disappears. He's only alive in my memories, and it's so easy to forget.
Wonderful. It is so curious to consider 'what happens next' to a classic plot line. I love the moments you create it this and the ending ties it up wonderfully.
ReplyDeleteThank you! x
ReplyDeleteIt's wonderful, your words have so much description. I could almost feel the water rushing through my flip- flops. This is truly beautiful.
ReplyDeleteon one christmas eve, my father and i watched peter pan together. i dreamt that peter came to visit me that night, he appeared in the window, as many often do. xxxx
ReplyDeleteThank you Verenda. ;)
ReplyDeleteSnow Child, I've heard similar stories, and it breaks my heart every time. <3
How beautiful and heartbreaking! This filled my head with such dreamy pictures.
ReplyDeleteIt is so true that Peter has no regrets. He cannot have regrets! He is but a child.
I smile sadly at him and his rumpled hair because I have grown and have experienced regret. No more can we join hands and fly away because I am tied down by my existence. We can no longer understand each other.
(Oh my, that all just came out of nowhere. Your post inspired me!)
So pretty and sad! I think that there is so much more to gain from examining Peter Pan, even if it's merely mulling it all over in our heads from time to time. I love the line you wrote that goes: "we waltzed to the beat of running footsteps on the stair."
ReplyDeleteIt's hard to remember that he's always and just a kid. I've spent too much time at the Disney parks where I see him jumping around and sword-fighting.... a very good-looking young man, I might add. But totally a young man ;)
What loveliness is this? You are so very talented! x
ReplyDeleteThis is an amazing post. You weave your words together perfectly.
ReplyDeleteThank you! Oh Melee, I feel the same way. Time's almost up for me in the Peter department. He's never older than fourteen.
ReplyDeleteKim; I know. It has so many layers to it so that every time I read it I find something new. Thank you. x
Mckenzie: Thank you so much! :)
John: Thank you, it means a lot. <3
(Oh, memories and sadness and forgetting, three things I know very well, all sitting in my stomach and chewing me up from the inside.) My darling storyweaver. This is stunning. You create the most beautiful and vivid imagery, and your writing never fails to delight me. Every word you write comes to life, you magical bird. xxx
ReplyDeleteYou are always so kind, Thea! Thank you, thank you. xxxxx
ReplyDeleteThis is so heartbreaking dearest. It is so sad when we grow up too much for Neverland, I have my ways of avoiding such nonesense but even I am too far gone for such perfectness. Echolalia sounds like such an adventure! Gorgeous word-weaving as always.
ReplyDeletexx and hugs
Jhordyn
You are incredibly talented, darling. I have missed your words terribly - I must apologise for the lack of comments left on your lovely blog, though I've been so busy.. life has a way of keeping you pinned to a wall. xxxx
ReplyDeletei think, we all have a peter.
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Thank you, Jhordyn. Recently I've developed little ways to go back sometimes. x
ReplyDeleteIt's alright Joanna! The comments you leave are always such a treasure. x
I think you're right Margg. x
It's so easy to forget...
ReplyDeleteLove your blog.
this is magic, and so deeply sad.
ReplyDeleteThank you both. xx
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, sad thoughts. My Peter is in my memories as someone I always wished for but have never met before.
ReplyDeleteI'm waiting for him still.
xxx
ps: I have unfortunately been forced to change my blog url. It is now flightlessfall.blogspot.com
Maybe he came to you in a different form, Ever. He could be anyone, even a stranger. xxx
ReplyDeletePeter... All girls are waiting for him...
ReplyDeleteyour words are beautiful, mu dear...
i'm happy to have stumbled into your blog.. i'm following.
So true, Haze. Thank you! xx
ReplyDeletethank you for finding me! and letting me find this place; dark fairy tales and in between worlds, just where i feel home.
ReplyDeletelove,
L.
this is so magical. haunting, even. Peter Pan has always fascinated me, and your words help bring that fascination to life. kudos to you.
ReplyDeleteThank you deerlings! xxx
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