April 13th: Song of Wet Stone

Song of Wet Stone

When the rain comes to the shore, watch the rocks
they transform
revealing their shy colors
rust reds and treasure map browns
sea teals and leaf greens
watch the rocks

watch the girl
stumbling slowly along the shore
eyes seeking
picking up, greeting
loving each stone in turn
slick stones, slipping into her pocket
treasure
her hands roll the new precious things round and around
blessing the seeker

And then!
one large stone
twisting blue of the sea
dancing kelp green
this is a mermaid's heart, it sings
from the deepest deep
mine!
Thinks the girl, rolling it between cold pale hands
and then she notices
between her fingertips, sheltered from the rain
the wet skin of this mermaid gem begins to dry
the wild life evaporating away
leaving grey blue
grey green
grey
stone
shock and bewilderment
out come the rest from her pockets
all warm and dry
their magic
gone
Watch, as this child
sullenly leaves her treasures behind
placing them under the wet sky to sing again
wild stones
she wets her finger and places it against the mermaid's heart
but it isn't enough
she tosses the great thing back to it's mistress
to be swallowed with a slurp
She leaves, pockets empty
and the shore sings beneath the rain

Comments

  1. Shane GuthrieApril 15, 2020 at 10:34 AM

    I really enjoyed this one, I remember this as a kid too. We did a lot of Rick hunting, you could, of course, get some laminate stuff that would keep it looking wet...

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