As I sit on the rock
warmed by the midday sun
I think about what I’m leaving behind
“Don’t leave me and Carson!”
“I have to!”
“I know what you’ve done.”
“I know. But I promise…
I promise you I’ll return under the summer sun.”
“But which one? I can’t bear the thought of being without you.”
“I don’t know. I may be gone but a short time, or it may be long.”
“How will I know you’re okay?”
“When the crab of the night sings its song.”
“What does that mean,
I don’t understand!”
“There is so little time, I must go
to the place of purple sands.”
“Then…then at least kiss me before you go.”
“You know I can’t do that, Heidi”
“Why not?”
“I have to be focused, hiding.”
I remember holding her head,
one single, golden braid in hand
before I turned my back on her
and departed my land
(Author’s Note: I took these pictures during my WAMTAC (Walters Art Museum Teen Art Council) meeting, which will take place every Thursday from 4:30 to 6:30pm. I wasn’t assigned to take pictures, but I felt inspired to write. What better to do after looking at art than creating art? You can visit Baltimore’s best art museum (in my opinion) Wednesday-Sunday 10 a.m.-5 p.m., and Thursdays 10 a.m.-9 p.m.)
You did so well with this one, I can omagine the scene playing in my head.
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Poem is as beautiful as picture!
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