Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Submersed

She bows her head and
weeps
over wistful water.
Weeps
like a willow.
Trailing her tangled tendrils,
wet
with tears,
wet
with river.
Slippery, rippling the reflections,
of memories,
A face she’d forgotten.
A place
she once knew.

They leave her,
so sudden.
Dissolve in the depths,
are lost in the
darkness beneath.

She traces the water
with tentative fingers.
She’s searching for
something,
a glimmer, a flicker.
She leans ever closer,
her face in the water,
wet
with tears,
wet
with river.
Submersed.

Her heavy head
sinks.
She surrenders
to silence.
The sky above
darkens.
The day takes
a breath.

She swallows
her sadness and
chokes on confusion.
Slipping so quickly now,
falling so far.

Her treasures are buried here,
hidden, protected,
A face she’d forgotten.
A place
she once knew.
She lays with them,
cradles them,
gathers them to her.
Her weeping eyes
glimmer,
a flicker.
Reflected in blue.

2 comments:

steven.nash82 said...

Wow nice work crazed alliteration obsessive!

Weeping, wistful, willow
Trailing, tangled, tendrils, tears
River, rippling, reflections

I've a really powerful image in my head of this giant drooping green lady crying into a stream.

Its so sad and a little fairytaleesque like I'm coming across her in a dream and need to go help her by removing a family of irritating squirrels from her trunk or summink.

Love that you're writing again you're talented insists you must!
x

hodgehedge said...

Wow this is really evocative. It feels like an allegorical piece to do with altzheimers (however thats spelt) the idea of being a mother to your thoughts and memories and then feeling them slip away until they're forgotten.
It's very very sad though. (u ok?)
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