Tourmaline Visions (15)

 

“The road goes ever on…”

She had read that in a book somewhere and

never thought much about it.

Until now.

Now all she could do was think,

while plodding steadily on.

How are we all tangled together in this strange story?

Why are we?

And how will it end?

The whispersong washed over her like molten honey,

like golden light.

‘Like the tears of the moon…’ it sang

Why, she puzzled, would the moon weep?

“M.O.O.N. spells moon”, she thought and laughed a little,

remembering the tale of another that found himself on a journey he didn’t understand.

The sword shone pewter and violet in the night sky,

the dirt and smudges polished away by her own hand.

The stone shone clear as the stars,

and she touched it with reverence,

and love,

full understanding eluding her,

like a silvery fish slipping through a carelessly mended net.

But thankful anyway,

for her part in this,

and for the tourmaline visions.

Knowing she would never be able to go back to her old,

pragmatic life again,

knowing that she was more now,

that she had moved beyond…

It was then she stopped

at the crest of the hill,

and saw the ancient stone remains below.

‘Journeys end…’ they sang together.

 

TBC

©jayetomas2019

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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