It all started when mom and I were driving to a Pro-Life meeting. Mom asked me to read to her the Council of Elrond from the “Fellowship of the Ring” by J.R.R Tolkien. I read to her for probably forty out of the forty-five minute drive to a friend’s house. After we stopped there, we were off again for another thirty minute drive.
Part Eight: Strange Matters of Some Large Concern
Light reaches slender fingers to the ground
Slipping across the rough surface,
Sliding down the sides of buildings.
Shadows move, ghostly dances
In her silvery light.
Glistening across the still water
Light spreads over the dew dusted grass,
Rippling as the trees sway in the wind.
White light dances over dark windows
Giving life to sad shadows...
Her moonlight brings the night to life,
Illuminating woods, bringing
Light to the dark...
Protecting and guiding weary wanderers
With her pale gaze.
I sit looking sad,
Why should I be glad?
Spring is out there,
But I cannot share.
The bed is unmade,
Clothes left to fade.
The birds sing a tune,
But I clean my room.
Pull back the curtain,
I’ll be done, I’m certain.
The flowers are blooming
And I’m back to fuming
Why does this cleaning take so long?
Why does everything seem to do wrong?
The Spring outside,
Will peacefully reside.
I am a wanderer and never am I still
I travel through valley, over mountain and hill.
The wide plain is my road, and mountain my bridge
Every corner: new. A new sight o’er each ridge.
The river my water, the field my bread
Every forest a book; every book have I read.
A bag for my back, a staff for my hand.
Every step untraveled, every mile new land.
Riding through the dark; running from the grief and suffering of live; hiding from the hurt that it brought, the girl pushed her horse forward, never stopping, never looking back. She couldn’t go back, she couldn’t face the truth! The tears streamed down her face; the horse’s pace never slackened. “Away! Away!” his hooves seemed to say.
“Mr. Geoffrey Forbes is hereby convicted of high treason against His Royal Majesty the King of England and sentenced to hang.” The mallet struck the desk. “This Court-Martial is now adjourned.”
Mr. Forbes sat dumbstruck. His mind filled with jumbled thoughts.
How could they? I’m a first lieutenant!
But I deserve it… it’s the just payment for what I did!
But death?
The word pounded in his mind.
Death.
Death.
Death.
The most shameful manner of death… hung – publically – for his crimes, like a criminal.
Go back.
The words rocketed through my wings like poison. I plunged earthward, unable to react.
Go back.
Rage burned my spine, leaving behind a sick numbness. I forced my wings into the rippling air to slow my fall. As the ground grew closer, I spied a narrow perch near the crown of a fir. I pulled my wings in, extending my long, thin toes and curling them around the branch.
Go back.
I am a hopeful romantic,
A helpless fantasist
Just as likely to seek Aladdin’s lamp,
Or a dragons cave,
As a pair of jeans at Wal-Mart
I’m always on the lookout
Hoping for a glimpse
Of the Faraway Land,
The Never Country,
Where all that I imagine
Might be shown for truth
I sometimes get a funny feeling,
Like maybe I’m this close,
But my feet always carry me
Half an inch too far,
Half an inch short
Of the doorway I can’t see
But can feel, tingling in the air