Closer: Canto XII: Brief

A Poem By Julie // 7/3/2011


Canto XII Brief
Be it short or long
a journey must have
a destination
“So, are you
coming along?”
I ask
“As far as I may,”
she replies
                “But I
have some
that will
serve you
I look down
at my stained nightgown
and bare feet
a good idea.”
She brings out
a simple green dress
of floor-length skirt
and long sleeve
with sturdy boots,
a hooded cloak
of unknown hue
“Thank you,”
I rub the cloak
“It’s very nice.”
She dipped her head
standing on the edge
of the rippling water
Before I answer,
she takes my hand
we dive in
as two sycronized swans
in perfect unison
We swim into
the fountain
perfectly dry
The night’s forest
has dissolved
into a grey wasteland
 but the castle
surrounded by ash heaps
still waits
Each step takes us closer
till a dozen paces
separate us from
hades’ domain
“Go on, Shyllen,”
she encourages
“Keturah needs us.”
“How do you know
she’s there?”
“Do you doubt it?”
Socratic method
So annoying
I shake my head
boldly stepping forward
the castle’s stone


In we go. *deep

In we go. *deep breath* 

These people are rarely straightforward, though.

Anna | Wed, 07/06/2011

I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief


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