I'm late to the party, but here it is.
Words that have to be used:
• include the word "imago" in the title
• include the following 4 random words: miasma, lacuna, oscitate, synchronicity
• If you want to give yourself an added challenge (optional and included in the word count), make reference to a mirror in your post.
For those who want an even greater challenge (optional), make your post 200 words EXACTLY!
Okay, so here goes my random off the top of my head prose:
“I am a larva. Soon, I will emerge and glide upon the firmament of heaven."
In moments of stress, I repeat this mantra until my breathing returns to normal, working in perfect synchronicity with the rhythm of what I imagine to be monarch-spotted wings folding and unfolding from the center of my spine.
Not much longer now and I will break free of this confining human guise, spread my wings and soar. But still, there is that vague miasma of doubt: can I truly fly?
I stood in front of the mirror and lifted my arms. I took slow breaths, filled my lungs with air. Oscitate--that was the word Father used when I was a child, as if by using archaic words he could reach that empty place inside me and calm my nerves.
So much for psychologists.
There is something missing in the internal clockwork of my being--a lacuna--a gap that can't be filled by joy or sensual pursuits. Only when I stand on the roof of the school and spread my gossamer wings, will people know what I truly am.
I am a Monarch, released from its chrysalis to soar, loosed from this mortal coil.
And there you have it. 200 words. Extra brownie points for using the word mirror.
I need a nap now.
Like me. (I just want to be liked.) I'm entry #172
If you have yet to read my--if I must say so myself--fascinating and rather long interview with debut novelist Elizabeth Richards, check it out below this post. (She uses funny British words.)
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