On foot down the blustery savanna
grubby farmer said he saw her.
Long indolent time lapsed since
she left my world for a higher clamber.
Holding close under the umbrella as hale stones hurled in
or roving the raft home in concert across the midnight rain,
at shooting stars making a wish or turning the backs in anguish
this heart’s choked with her memories, my guests at every dine.
Sprinting down the verdant knoll
“I saw her,” wheezed out the twelve-year-old,
“she’s moseying along the old castle’s corridor.”
Though she’s back in town, I was eschewed.
Dead moon deserted the murky sky
wolves howl out misty smokes with the resonance of a dirge
in blood congealing chill, led by torch’s slender shaft
groping through eerie castle halls, for her I search.
With lungs filled with the stench of yore, I stayed put
prelude to the day dawned, but she eluded.
Obscured skies were quietly dripping pity
and yowls of the castle hounded me as I turned and walked.
I’m dressed up in my best suit.... I crave to ask her why ?
Only one such place to air my query
I rested the rose on gravestone as its letters blurred in my eyes
I whispered to her breaking the calm of cemetery
"Sorry about forgetting your death anniversary."
grubby farmer said he saw her.
Long indolent time lapsed since
she left my world for a higher clamber.
Holding close under the umbrella as hale stones hurled in
or roving the raft home in concert across the midnight rain,
at shooting stars making a wish or turning the backs in anguish
this heart’s choked with her memories, my guests at every dine.
Sprinting down the verdant knoll
“I saw her,” wheezed out the twelve-year-old,
“she’s moseying along the old castle’s corridor.”
Though she’s back in town, I was eschewed.
Dead moon deserted the murky sky
wolves howl out misty smokes with the resonance of a dirge
in blood congealing chill, led by torch’s slender shaft
groping through eerie castle halls, for her I search.
With lungs filled with the stench of yore, I stayed put
prelude to the day dawned, but she eluded.
Obscured skies were quietly dripping pity
and yowls of the castle hounded me as I turned and walked.
I’m dressed up in my best suit.... I crave to ask her why ?
Only one such place to air my query
I rested the rose on gravestone as its letters blurred in my eyes
I whispered to her breaking the calm of cemetery
"Sorry about forgetting your death anniversary."
3 comments:
You recall her goals, her dreams... you carry the rose to her in complete resolution, in awe, and as if it was more precious than any trinket worth millions... for it is, as she was.
As in "Wedding Morning Walk," you again used the element of surprise in this narration too. The reader wouldn't know what it is, till the last line is read.
sheeeesh! she is dead!! .....thats a bummer.
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