There once was a boy and a girl: the boy was granite and soil, covered in trees, flowers and creatures, and the girl was born of Adam and Eve, blood and bone. She, stood in front of him, pick axe and drill to hand, and he stood with nothing to defend himself from her advance.
“Why are you digging into me?” asked the Boy, “Because I know there’s something pure in you,” she replied. She dug and dug further into the ground, endlessly searching for a shiny, glistening metal inside the boy. But when she found it, she took it, leaving a cavern where the metal once lived and the boy could feel nothing but a slight emptiness.
She kept coming back. She drilled and blasted deeper into his very foundation and took what she now knew was gold. She took more, and more, and more every time she said to him “I love you”. She made enough wealth to feel an endless thirst to take more gold, and when she found the last slivers of it in his increasingly-stone heart, he stopped her pick axe with his stone hands and begged her, “Enough!"
But she took it anyway. Thunder only happens when it’s raining, Players only love you when they’re playing. And now he was a gold mine with only cold stone and hallow catacombs left in him, filled with the cold damp air of anger.
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Author:
Niall (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: While on holiday in Cornwall (South West England), I've been to a 400 year old tin mine, and the process of industrialising the trade of metal in the late 1920s inspired this. The Boy is the ground personified, and the Girl is humanity and industrial influence on agriculture. The parallel is a toxic relationship, she took everything from him and now he just feels hollow - like an abandoned mine. A Fleetwood Mac reference is in it too
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Powerful metaphor, Niall! Creative and well done.
Thank you 🙂
Wow Naill, this is an incredible story. I loved to read it. Thanks for sharing and I'm not sure if your birthday is today or was yesterday but I wish you a happy birthday anyways.
Haha it was yesterday 🙂 thank you
Niall, this is a great, great metaphor. False love, lies, and greed, exploitation of the weak. Your poem has everything!
Aw thank you 🙂
wow , i completely love this ! you wrote this very well , completely enjoyed reading this . the girl sounds very greedy , selfish and inconsiderate, to take from this boy and keep taking and taking till he is left with nothing but emptiness and anger... amazing read 🙂
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