Scar by maki6
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Meanwhile---the woman i love is in Tobermory with her boyfirend. A ferry leaves from Tobermory to Manatoulin Island. I bare a scar at the corner of my left eye that i obtained at Manatoulin Island. I do not recall being at Manatoulin Island. The scar is not alcohol related. I acquired the scar at the age of eighteen months. Manatoulin Island and Tobermory have a mystical, blood spilling connection in my life.
The legend of the scar is that I ran into a table in my clumsy 18 month old gait, and opened myself up. Mother was all in a panicked crumble, believing that I took my eye out. Father put down his beer, sopped up the blood with his shirt and discerned that the eye was unaffected. There was no resulting hospital visit.
The fishing was apparently good that week. There were pictures of Father and his pal Stan with a long stringer of fish. Both men were barechested and trim and had cigarettes in their hands. I stood in front of the stringer of fish, there was no sign of the gash, so the picture was taken before the legendary stumble and crash. The fish on the stringer looked like perch and bass. Father had this vibrancy to him back then--it came through on the photograph.
Tonight the woman I love makes love to another in Tobermory.
I've been walking to Tobermory --slowly--to, well not to forget, but to occupy my time while I pine for other women I love. There is a trail that was created back in the sixties taht stretches from Niagara Falls to Tobermory along the Niagara Escarpment. The trail is known as the Bruce Trail. I knew of it growing up as it passed through Hamilton, but never ventured onto it until another woman I loved gave me a trail guide of it. I was in the midst of licking the wounds caused by losing a wife that I loved and began the trail to occupy my pain. I have completed 300 kilometers of the trail since that time and have loved 7 women in that time, one for every 40 kilometers or so of trail. There were other women, but they were merely passions.
Tonight, the woman I love holds another close and professes her love in Tobermory.
Comments (5)
experimental
A very painful snapshot you paint here. The purest of art often spawns from the hardest of pains.
TallPockets
"I have completed 300 kilometers of the trail since that time and have loved 7 women in that time, one for every 40 kilometers or so of trail." -- What's the lyrics to the old Joe South Song, "Walk a mile in my shoes?". WINK. Excellent piece!
depalo
Straight ahead, M. As always, enjoy your reads. I suspect, many shy away and avoid this style because of its 'revealing' nature. I move toward it because I strive to write and to experience worldly things, 'as they really are'. Thanks and stay on it!
figharo
Wonderful. Clean, straight forward language, but not really; there's a poem hidden between the individual words and sentences. I can see it.
deemarie
I enjoy reading you. Not just your words, but reading you. Thanks for sharing yourself, and allowing us the opportunity to be a part of your journey. Your prose brought back long forgotten memories of my father, who, in his youth was lean, smoked, and loved to fish. Also, the stories my mum would tell, of when I was six months old, how she shut my eyelid in the car door. Yes, I still have the scar gentle smile.