Reading

Everyone 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.

Author's Note

Let me know what you think!

Reviews

[Serendipity Planet]

I think I am in love , with your poems

[Allie]

Thank you, that's so kind of you!

[Jackie]

Some vivid imagery. You have painted wuite the picture with these words you have choosen. And each sentence beautifully put together.. Lovely read. Thanks for sharing. And olease check out mine as well. Thanks again

[emipoemi]

Some very strong imagery with a very powerful story. A great musicality that gets clunky in some lines, especially in the first few lines of the last stanza, which I gather are trying to break the structure similarly to the way a bridge in a song would, but the transition sounds a bit off to the ear. Also, "small" and "fraction" are unnecessarily redundant in the line they share. Other than that, this is a fantastic poem with a heart-wrenching twist. Well done!

[Hebe]

Amazing imagery.... you made it so real, the pain comes through. Great writing!

[Allie]

Thank you so much! I tried to show her living life without her son, but carrying him along the way, I'm glad you liked it!

[The Iron Horseman]

This is lovely and so terribly sad. Nothing tears up one's heart like the death of a child. I enjoyed your rhyming scheme and could picture the scene. Well done.

[Allie]

Thank you, I tried to capture all the emotions she may go through when feeling a loss. I'm glad you enjoyed it, I appreciate the review.

[The Iron Horseman]

You're welcome.