oath - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
Under the spreading boughs we swore an oath, a bond of love told in words that we would be forever bound. There was no trap, no fencing, no lure, just you and me in the garden. In your eyes I saw your soul, as you saw mine, and in truth, you are the only one who ever did. Then the wind changed direction, capricious as she is, and we blew apart, two leaves dancing in the wind. Yet no matter the distance, no matter the space, the bond remains - dormant, pure.
The oath was simple and told more in emotion than speech. The words tumbled out of Ian's mouth, in flurries and pauses. In the silence lay his love, in the words his passion. Lila pressed her finger to his lips for she needed hear no more and kissed him just once before turning to leave.
The day of the oath taking faded, the details lost into the ether of distant memory, yet some things stayed with Amelia. On that fateful day under the oak she recalled how the acorns had dug into her bare feet, and so now every acorn reminded her of the promises she made. As Parvin had spoken, there had been birdsong nearby, loud, beautiful, haunting - and so now every bird was him too as it sung at each rising of the sun. As they had walked away it was on petals, for it had been late summer and the roses were adorning the ground with their gaiety. And so every flower had become part of her love for him too, part of the memory of their oath and bond. Even as the years rolled by, seasons coming and going, she remembered with fondness, with love.
You say I know you, but doubt I can love you, as if I have become attached to a mirage; perhaps you think yourself unworthy somehow. You call me a close friend, yet in your logic perhaps you are close to the idea of me instead, doesn't work, does it? You call yourself ordinary, but am I not the same? Regardless, we swore an oath of sorts, to be there for one another as long as we live, to always be okay with one another - no judgement, unconditional acceptance. That I can promise you, the rest... time will tell, my love, time will tell. The river flows, the seasons move on and time is promised to no-one.
It was an oath that bound them for life. Not the kind you make in front of some stuffy judge, it was the kind you make with spit and blood. It was the kind that made best friends into brothers, the kind that transcended the mess of every day life to strike an unbreakable bond.
Years from now he would describe the oath as a turning point in his life. It was the moment he truly felt Canadian. Not just an immigrant, like someone on an extended vacation, but really part of the fabric of this great nation. It was an oath he took with pride, it was the day he could stand alongside any Canadian and say 'I am one of you.'
He shook as he placed his hand on the Bible for his oath. Would God condemn him for what he was about to do? Was he trading safety for his family on earth for an eternity of burning in hell? God would surely understand. He raised his eyes to look at the defendant. He smirked back. He was about to set a monster free, but what choice did he have? His voice was small as he spoke his oath and he dropped his eyes to the dusty planks of the courtroom floor.
As she raised her right hand and rested her left on the Bible, she was struck by the absurdity of it all. As far as she was concerned it was no different to swearing an oath on Mrs Beeton's cook book. She repeated the words supplied to her by the clerk and turned to look at the judge in his ridiculous wig. He was so pale he could have passed for a cadaver if he were lying down. Only the occasional slow movement gave away that he was still in the land of the living. Even his eyes were dry, giving him an eerie zombie quality.