Casting Stones

sylviasearcher

Long time ago only yesterday

Girl fled to the river

Far from the stones being cast at her head

Still close to the place she nearly fell dead.

 

She picked up the rocks at her feet

Tossed them into the river

River displaced by the pattering of stone

Rose up to see the girl still and alone.

 

Gently he tossed a pebble back 

The most beautiful pebble of light and black

Girl could not help but fall in love

With the soul of the river rising beneath and above.

 

It felt like forever

With pretty stones and pebbles 

They built a New World

A bridge, a mountain, a fire rising bird!

 

She played too long

With the river buiding dreams

The hunter was not ready to lose what he owned

He set a trap and he dragged her back to his home.

 

The river heard as she screamed out in pain

He fled to the banks where he suddenly froze

Angry and scared she flung a sharp pebble like a knife

It shattered the ice and changed the river's course for the rest of his life.

 

Forlorn she would sneak back to her love

As often as she could

But she found a great wall had been built

Of pebbles, rocks, sand and silt.

 

She would lay behind the wall and cry

But that just made the river die

She would lay by the wall and believe

That one day her love he would receive.

 

One day a crack appeared in the wall

The river ran and touched her cheek 

Waking her up and making her see

The cast away she had made of he.

 

She could not bear to know

The damage she had done

But still she could not leave

So she stays in torment waiting to unbelieve.

 

Long time ago only yesterday

Girl fled to the river

She lies listening by a wall of rocks

Waiting for the river to release the locks.

 

  • Author: sylviasearcher (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 2nd, 2018 02:16
  • Comment from author about the poem: A very rough draft of an idea if a story I tried to write in prose.
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Lorna

    Such an intriguing fantasy - already fleshed out in my mind as a full story and I see the Man river .........



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