Yaaaay, another short story! This is the last one for the week, and it’s been a lovely week to have a blogiversary. We’re on spring break up here and, while I was a little sad that none of the kids in our school district had the opportunity to exercise their First Amendment rights this week, it’s been very nice to have the week off. I literally spent the entire day yesterday in a bathrobe, packing my laptop around the house with me like a baby. It’s been a good week.
I did a lot of hemming and hawing trying to decide which short to end with this week. The one I settled on isn’t as silly as the first one, nor as academic as the last one. And unlike the other two, this one isn’t set in the real world either. And finally, it isn’t prose either- it’s a poem! Whee!
I wrote this up (with editing help from my hubby and his parents) for a writing contest and, as it’s one of my less embarrassing attempts at poetry, I give you…
(this is obviously a working title, haha)
On storm-tossed coasts, a young girl lived,
Lost in misery.
It drove her to the water’s edge,
Bearing these items three:
A bud of rose, an egg of blue,
A spool of sewing thread.
She took a breath and took a step
And brine closed o’er her head.
The water folk, they found her fast,
Drawn by the rose’s scent.
She bartered it for passage safe,
And off her escort went.
They led her past the sandy coast,
Down where the kelp beds furl.
They took her to the castle deep
With halls of gold and pearl.
The gate keeper, he barred her path,
And would not let her in
For she was daughter of the drylands
And no aquatic kin.
She offered him the egg of blue,
Which thing he’d never seen
So he let her with such wonders
Within to meet the Queen.
The Ocean Queen with coral crown
Welcomed her to her court
But bade her leave the watery depths
Back to the humans’ port.
The girl gave her the spool of thread,
A tribute to the Queen,
But the royal mer just smiled
With kindly eyes of green.
“A bud of rose, an egg of blue,
A spool of sewing thread.
You offer us mementos of
The very world you’ve fled.
You won’t find what you look for here,
For all the world is bound:
Above, beneath, and in between,
Lives are built, not found.”
And so the girl returned again
To step upon the shore
She left her gifts within the sea
And sought for something more:
Instead of rose, a bloom of hope,
A bud’s blind reach for spring;
Instead of eggs, a new life gained,
With joy in each small thing;
Instead of thread, the ties that bind
People heart to heart.
And so she slowly learned the things
The Queen knew from the start-
The love she sought so far and wide
Was not beneath the waves
She only had to learn that one
Received just what one gave.
I hope you enjoyed this year’s blogiversary. We’ll get back to our normal schedule next Monday. Until then, happy writing!