I Never Should Have Followed

 

I never should have followed her…
But I did
Catching one glint from her topaz eyes was the snare
Purposeful steps leading down and down
Around and through not quite touching anyone
And I followed her
To the river edge
flowing sullenly under a weed choked bridge of arches
Night-time scent of animals, age and garbage
Count the pillars five, six…
The seventh was crumbling into the darkwater, its edges chewed not worn
A wooden door pitted with damp wedged open against a slumped pile of dirt and sand and nameless bits
trapped in trailing roots
And I followed her
In the darkness no senses helped me, I stumbled through passages eyes blind, arms outstretched
listening for a muted step
And I followed her
In that tenebrous place there was no warning
I was alone and then she was upon me
in a nightmare sound of ragged (wings) cloak
“You should not have followed me…”
I know
And then those topaz eyes turned full open
spindle shaped and deep
and she told me
of the library of things lost
things best forgotten
their tales of old etched in bones
worn ivory and smooth with handling
Chains and locks hold back the chitinous clatter of claws
a spill of garnet, a scent of iron
and the librarian (guardian) wanders among them
ever vigilant
The library of things lost
That need to stay lost 
stay forgotten
I never should have followed her…
but I did
and now I stay

 @jayetomas2013

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About chimerapoet

I write. I write a lot. A. LOT. There are times I am half blind with a sentence ricocheting off the walls of my stupid, cant be shut off to save my life, brain. I am miserable until I get it down on paper. Punch it up a bit. Usually cross out half of it. And then breathe. Relax. Only to do it all again..... But I just thought that was me. How I am. Not a writer....noooo...not me. Writers are.....writing people. People Who Write. REALLY write. Write things that matter. All grown up very important things. Not.....me. I am just a scribbler of sorts. And I was/am content with that....if it's true, well then....a scribbler am I. Until the thought wormed its way in to my brain (the furtive sneaky bitch) that maybe...just maybe...that is writing. My style. My strange way. But....still writing. So here I am at the dance. Not sure I know any of the moves and the music is entirely mine. But.....only one way to find out. Would you care to join me?
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3 Responses to I Never Should Have Followed

  1. chimerapoet says:

    Reblogged this on Chimera Poetry and commented:

    some things should stay lost…..

  2. Very atmospheric. Sent shivers. Especially that seventh pillar.

  3. sorell matei says:

    beautiful

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