ReadingA Poem by AllieEveryone needs someone to read to them
Today was a story of giants,
Of trees that held hands with the sky Where the fey lit up the velvet night As they passed the stars up on high. She'd sit in the grass as she told the words, Be it a yellow or grey afternoon, They'd fall off her lips and sit on the stone A small fraction of light parting the gloom. Sometimes the words would be a whisper, Should the ghosts be listening in. Sometimes she'd sing and dance and cry out And twirl and whirl in the wind. Sometimes her voice wilted When the world frayed at the seams, When tiny cracks appeared in the fabric Of life and all its dreams. But she read everyday With no exceptions The grass shrivelled, and halted Growing at the section At the foot of the tree Next to the stone, The one that replaced her son. The stone that was too ahead of its time That told her death always won. © 2017 AllieAuthor's Note
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Added on May 11, 2017Last Updated on May 11, 2017 Tags: #reading #giants AuthorAllieManchester, United KingdomAboutTell me something you've never told anyone else more..Writing
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