That Women is me
Le cattive madri - Giovanni Segantini (1894)
A work of art certainly gives an aura of beauty. Seeing a work that we admire is often as stunned as looking at our partner.
When I saw the Devil Mother painting, at first it was just a sketch that was barely clear. Silhouette of a woman tangled in thread in a swamp filled with mud and smoke.
But as I got closer and looked more closely, after a while I found it difficult to open my eyes. Slowly and surely my eyelids closed. Suddenly I felt my right hand being pulled out by a very gentle hand.
When I wanted to see her face She was one meter ahead of me. Her soft long flowing hair fluttered as she jumped towards a mound.
She stopped and turned around. She sat leaning against a dry tree. Her hair covered her face again so I couldn't recognize her.
"Come here. Sit here first."
I couldn't argue and immediately sat next to her
"Do you know what tree this is?" She asked quietly while rubbing her hair-covered face.
I could almost see her, but She immediately fluffed her hair until I failed.
"This is just a dry tree that can no longer live,"
"You are both right and wrong at the same time"
"Why?"
"You are right if you see this tree as a dry tree. But you are wrong if you say this tree can no longer live."
"How did you know that this tree would come back to life?"
"I know because I'm always here. People planted it with devil trees."
"Why is the name scary?"
"This tree has a long history. She will always wait for women who pass by and pay attention to this tree," She said, brushing back her hair.
I gasped when I saw her beautiful face.
"This tree will trap her and then turn the woman into a tree. I've seen many women become victims."
"Hasn't anyone ever escaped her snare?"
.
"Until now, not a single person has been able to escape."
"How does that tree take a woman's life?"
"At first, women wanted to touch this dry tree. Over time, this tree will release tip fibers that make us feel comfortable so we want to touch it with both hands. These fibers get thicker so that the woman's body will stick to the tree."
"Look!"
I spontaneously noticed that her smooth left hand touched the dry tree bark with her forefinger and then slowly fibers appeared like soft threads connecting her fingers to the tree. The white fibers increase until the palms of the hands are attracted to the tree. Slowly, the right hand wanted to help release the left hand, but the fibers increased in number and tied both hands until they pulled the body.
I was shocked.
"Come on, let me help you pull it from that tree."
I hugged him and wanted to pull her away. My feet rested on tree trunks then I pulled as hard as I could but failed. I myself was bound by a thread from that dry tree. The more I wanted to remove it, the stronger the thread tied to the tree. Until I finally accepted this situation. held hostage to a dry tree.
Gradually my body merged with the tree and I watched the leaves begin to grow, then dry up and fall off again. When the leaves fall and the wood dries I can soar and fly freely. Then I saw a woman looking at a painting of a dry tree in the middle of a swamp with the silhouette of a woman entangled in thread.
"Oh... that's me apparently"
Thank you @wakeupkitty, you ask me to join with warmth together. I feel it is good time to make better conversation through writing. i hope many friend join this step to make Steemit as a good habitat for every steemian.
What a fascinating story you shared with us. The magic of the tree is felt.
It's a great idea to conversate by writing. 👍
Thank you for your kind words. In my opinion, as a one of participant of comuinty it is interesting to make good conversation. It can be occured by comment each other or make writimg then we can "revenge" each other. It will make a good spirit in the writing world. by writing every person need to read until the end then we can understand what the mean. It is different when we talk each other, many chance will make a misunderstanding. Unfortunatelly when we haven't finish then the other cut the sentences and make the talking is worse and worse.
It indeed is hard to have a good talk within a community. I agree with you words said are easily misunderstood. Hopefully, those willing to read will read till the end and ask how or what if they do not know what is meant.
Being a free writer makes it easier, no restrictions, rules to follow it's about being able to write, practising one's creativity and finding your niche.
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Writing is part of how to express yourself. This is closely related to ideas and strategies for realizing ideas. A vision that needs to be explained in the mission to be achieved so that the purpose of writing can be achieved.
Writing is not a way of breaking boundaries. We also often hear the saying, the pen is mightier than the sword. With sentences that contain deep meaning, you can defeat arguments that prioritize emotions. Writing is a tool to break the ice. We often hear of a writer being imprisoned. People can be arrested but writing, ideas and vision will never die. He will always live so that he will be able to ignite the spirit of a people to make it happen.
An upvote for you for this super comment. I can only say I agree with your #comment.
So we have same spirit and I believ that many Steemian who concern to support each other. The form can be upvote, emoji or #comment
Sometimes a little advertising is in order: thank you for drawing my attention to your text! You have a fine style and the idea behind the story is very original! I would be delighted if you would like to publish in Dream Steem ;-)))
Every advertiser must have the belief that the product they produce is worthy and should be promoted. I stick to that article. As writers, of course we can measure how readable our work is and whether it is worth following or enjoying.
Thank you for taking the time to stop by and read my post. I hope in the future to write for Dream Steem too
wish me luck