Heron lost;
Sunless, covered in ice;
No course, three days.
Starved.
Frigid.
Falling asleep-no, no.
So weary...
Drift
Into
Dark
....
Glimmer;
Cracked eyes squint;
Could it-?...
Careless now, anything
is better than dying like this.
Eyes, arms, locked;
Follow
Follow
Follow
The light.
Weary, but with purpose;
Got some hope after all.
....
Harbor.
She led me true, the lamp.
Frozen pines drift past.
All is still;
In awe of the biting cold.
Crunch.
Bow grounded.
Soft glow on the ice-slicked deck;
Footsteps approach my post.
Warm fingertips, lifting my face to the light.
Wrench your hands from the frosted tiller,
Stagger to your feet.
Lean on me.
Follow me.
You are home.
inspired by Steerage And The Lamp, song by Balmorhea
I would recommend listening to the song while reading for the best experience.
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Treblemaker
Nov 22, 2020
I love how you told an entire struggle/journey in less than like, 50 words. Yet I followed this Heron's journey at the edge of my seat. WOW. You have such a way with words
I write because the music of language spoke to me in books and I wanted to make a beautiful noise to answer back ~ Lee Williams.