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Wednesday, May 12, 2010

May drabbles - 12

Blue sky; blue sea; slipping under and free, with water's bubbles sounding in her ears: Blue was Megan's peaceful place, where she retreated, where the world resolved itself; a few square feet of ocean, fish and weed, breathing the seeds of silence.

Red was pain, haze fogging dreams, bringing the present thrashing to the surface, splashing, scared. "This is destiny. Relax," said the voice in her head. And red turned black, dark dread, as if it would all be futile in the end.

Then a cry, and blue calm water mending ease. They laid her newborn babe between her knees.

1 comment:

Marianne ~ said...

What a beautiful poem! I love the ending, Sheila!