When Love Arrives
Part 1 of the Liophant series
Like a blizzard amidst the pitch of night, love came.
Hi, I uh, can I talk to you? So, I came across this poem. Uh, the title? Yeah, it’s “When Love Arrives” by Sarah Kay! Yes, the title is great, but so are you. Oh, uh, what am I saying? Please forget that. Let’s start talking about love. Wait, is love here yet though?
The dim light of the living room flickered. The Liophant stood up to adjust it. Right then, Whoosh, the strong wind gushed through the house, leaving the front door open.
< Hi, Whoosh. Why have you come? >
Whoosh, stood there, taking off his coat. You see, it was made of icicles, and water was dripping at the bottom, and it was Liophant’s favourite carpet!
< Hey, you’re gonna ruin it! Why have you come now? >
The liophant sighed as the Whoosh stood there, expressionless. With no choice left, she invited him in. Come in now!
< I bear news for you, my dear. It’s about love. >
The candle burned, and dim lights lit up the dark room. It was raining cats and dogs, except it was a snowstorm. The wind howled, peaking through the window, hoping to hear the conversation between Liophant and Whoosh.
| Love arrives exactly when love is supposed to, and love leaves exactly when love must. When love arrives, say, “Welcome. Make yourself comfortable.” If love leaves, ask her to leave the door open behind her. Turn off the music, listen to the quiet, whisper, “Thank you. Thank you for stopping by.” |
Now, they sat in silence. Love is not here yet again.
< Yes, I’ve heard of this verse. I wonder where she is now>
Liophant sighed. A distant memory, as for the Liophant, love was hidden, for this was a poignant one. Love scolded her when she broke the Chinese ceramic bowl. Love blamed it on her; love was harsh. But as the Liophant was in tears, in the room, love made sure Liophant was well fed. Love called out, knocking on the door.
< Come on, dear, you shouldn’t starve yourself. That is an even crueller punishment for you, my dear.>
Love said that it was a lesson to learn and to be more alert. For love, the Chinese ceramic bowl was to be caught up in the moment, but Love was supposed to be perfect, right?
< Yes, dear. It is distant but still warm. You can catch a waft of her >
A small gust of wind wrapped its arm around Whoosh and Liophant. The scent of tangerines, sunflowers, and wet grass after a rain lingered.
< Do you know where love is, Whoosh? I have to know why you have come still >
The Whoosh settled down, as it prepared to weave the news of Love…
Reference
Kay, Sarah, and Phil Kaye. "When Love Arrives." Project VOICE, accessed 25/01/2025.