Thursday, 3 January 2013

Down By The River


As the velvet petal fell slowly from the abused rose
Along the watery bed of the river,
A silvery body was drifting along the narrow channel.
As the bugs below screamed out for help,
The girl in her white gown,
Floated past like a boat.

Her white dress flared out behind her,
Like a tulip's bud -
As if it was waltzing with the water.
As the princess of the water drifted along,
An ear-piercing scream filled the air.
The maid had found her mistress’ body.

Later as a crowd gathered and the sun went down,
The plants and the animals alike,
Curled up, shutting their eyes on the world.


By Imogen Conlan