spring mother

                    “ river song, well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes ! ”   a flair of drama, bright smile pulling pink painted lips. she is excited as she moves, hands held out, fingers extended, less of an offer, and more of an assumption the other will take them. 

  FROM WHERE I STAND, THE SUN IS SHINING ALL OVER THE PLACE! It’s a one-two quick step; the sharp sound of premium tap shoes gliding over manufactured streets slick with a man-made downpour. Wait, no - THIS ONE’S A NATURAL! And we are ever so pleased that the studio invested in her. Rudimentary blocking, and a fever of 103 – Let’s try this in one take, shall we? His laughter rings out; tinted with static, head tilted up to face the clouds and oh, that smile, ain’t Mister Kelly just a real dream boat ladies? Too bad he’s such an on-set tyrant!    At ease in the weather that could so easily turn into a downpour, he glides next to her; soaked from the top of his tweed suit to the marrow of his synthetic bones; glistening under high beam studio spotlights and the way she stands in the uncertain glow of weak sunlight, the way his name rolls off of her tongue gives him pause, if only for a moment; the music continuing on and Hollywood’s Golden Boy misses his cue. CUT, CUT, CUT! Let’s try that again, please – and focus. No camera could ever do her justice; nor could this. ACTION!    “WHAT’S YOUR LOFTY MISSION IN LIFE THAT LETS YOU SNEER AT MY HUMBLE IMPRESSION? I was always on board with mixing business and pleasure – As you know very, very well.” A wink; blink, and you’d miss it. “You’re looking swell.” 

                     a giggle, the same sound as the song of morning glories, as soft and bubbly as the high class champagne she might sip out of a dixie cup. she is flirtatious and if you were to see the two of them, you’d say it was for good reason. they’d been mixing business and pleasure since they met, and easter wouldn’t change it for the world, with a heart fluttering beneath the cage of her ribs, far too soft perhaps to be given to the younger god, but she is rarely cautious.  

                    “ are we mixin’ business and pleasure this time, then ? ”   it doesn’t matter really, she’s already decided if there’s a business part of this visit, it can wait until her mood has mellowed, until the sun peaks from behind the clouds warming the grass beneath her feet, or at the very least, until her hair has dried. 

                    the spring comes in from the rain, dewdrops clinging to sun kissed skin, waves of curls cling to form like ivy to stone, there is an ethereal beauty in it, something too warm to be haunting, too holy to be human, and oh new god’s appearance does little to dampen mood. buzzing with the life spring brings, bright and cheery and almost natural.   “ i’m in too good of a mood for BAD NEWS, media. . .”   

                    it would be a lie to say the name is not hummed, honey dipped and sugar coated. she has no intention of letting them rain on her parade, and perhaps that particular statement is ironic, considering they both know she tends to dance in the more literal downpours.