Little Girl

Little girl

in a sunshine yellow dress

playing in her mother's garden

 

In a bed of sunset orange roses

lay her best friend

her china doll, Missy

 

The young child grows tired

of the lazy garden

and ventures into the vast forest behind her house

 

Missy doll's feet scrape the ground

as the small girl trudges through the landscape

looking for a new place to play

 

She hears the rushing water of the river

that familiar, rumbling sound

her mother warned her about the harsh waters

 

But curiosity,

as it so often does to young children,

clamped its grip upon her thoughts

 

She unstrapped her shoes

and undressed Missy doll

the foamy blue water already tugging at her toes

 

Smile spreads across her face

a small giggle escapes her lips

she decides to tip toe in another inch

 

Smiling innocently

she walks further still

the rocks on which she stands become bigger

 

And the current races faster

smile vanishes

it becomes harder to hold on to Missy doll

 

But the river is too strong now

not letting the girl turn back

and the water thunders on

 

A surge of water creeps up

then explodes with full force on her back

Missy is ripped from her small fingers

 

The girl screams in shock

and lurches forward

trying to save her helpless friend

 

But the rocks between her toes

are mossy now

and slick as a pane of glass

 

Unable to stay in place

the girl is carried along

left to the river's mercy

 

Churning foam

picking up speed

picking up rage

 

The girl is still afloat

clawing at the water

as it tries to pull her under

 

And the river hits rapids

tossing on rocks

spinning in circles

 

She is tossed and flipped

she can no longer make any sense

of the distorted images she sees

 

Desperatley screaming

wasting her air

and her head slams into the uncaring pillar of stone

 

Eyes closing

the girl looks up

the sun is crystalized in the waters misleading surface

 

The last bubble trails from her lips

the young body still carried in the current

but lacking the life it once possesed

 

A china doll on the riverbank

utterly complete

as whole as the day it was bought

 

It once belonged to a little girl

that loved to play in her mother's garden

the one who wore the yellow dress...

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Sorry it is so long, comment on anything I can improve on please =)

Reviews

[Stormy Weather]

Wow....I'm kinda curious about your inspiration for this. Very sad, but very good. I like it.

[luciddreamer]

This was an incredibly heart breaking write....and written so well.....

Peace
Robin

[Cassiopia Summers]

Wow... this is stunning. I like your writing style. It has a great beginning, middle, and end, and you drag the reader along smoothly with visual and feeling. When the little girl gets swept away you can feel her terror. Great write. (:

[Goodbye]

This sounds like one of those tragic bluegrass songs - you may want to try hawking it to that crowd - It has a haunting, lyrical effect...What an excellent poem.

[Coyote Poetry]

A very sad ending to this story. I was surprised by the ending. A very good story. The description and story made the sad vision come alive. A excellent poem.
Coyote

[Akshat♥]

hi..your imagination is so wonderful....full of emotions...description is nice..good job:)

[Brittany]

Holy Jesus, Joey. This is absolutely phenomenal and just wow. It's really dark, like REALLY dark. But so incredible. I teared up, and it was just amazing.

Where did you get the inspiration for this?

Wow...definitely dark.

I felt myself losing a smile as I read it.

Just...wow.

Why don't you review some of my stuff, eh?