April and the Woman (cont.)

16 03 2011

A suppressed giggle seems to proceed her every statement. Faieries and elves dance between words and logic. The flat faces of the adults who flicker in and out of her waking life do not direct April to knowledge but are the backdrop to boredom. Her incessant talking to strangers receives little disapproval from her father as he has tired of curiosity. Let another become absorbed in April’s world.

April’s world is often broken by the reality of weather and unfilled wants. Monday mornings in winter pose a particular problem as her single paned bedroom window filters through only dim gray light that arouses fear of dullness and monotonous school work. Choosing appropriate clothes for school is such a dreadful task. Her pink and orange lace stockings must be replaced with traditional white ankle socks and all hair extensions and hair dye must be removed. As April hurriedly grabs her brown school coat, she always waits to put it on. When her young strong arms enter the weight and bleakness of the corse wool, she knows she is trapped and transformed to a bland socially acceptable 10 year old girl.

However, mornings during the month of her name provide a bit more hope as April is not subjected to the final entrapment of her coat and her arms may hang loosely beside her. She also knows recess will be held outside in the glorious light of spring. During this time, a thin wisp of a girl can be seen crawling under dilapidated metal bleachers or balancing on top of wooden beams. Shrines, stages, and houses arise out of April’s imagination. No longer is the child alone but instead is orchestrating the creation of a community—her community. In such a realm, April’s desire for knowledge, life, and creation is temporarily satisfied. The tiny ant townsfolk revere April and guide her to basic principles of knowledge. When the white haired teacher waves his hand and yells “Let’s go!”, April is jarred out of her world and sighs. She does not understand or feel why school must be so rigid and cold. Could her classes not be fashioned after summer’s sassiness? School seemed to be a barren land mimicking the landscape of winter.

When April turned 14, her body refused to behave like a child. Her wiry body was no longer and she feared her mind would leave her as well…

This was a continuation of this piece




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