18 July, 2011

The Brink of You

Her soft naked feet swept speedily
Through the tickling grass.
The trees green,
The flowers bright
And the sun yellow,
All passed her in a kaleidoscopic blur
As her silver-white silhouette scissored the landscape.

A rock here,
A stump there,
Her buoyant body bounced over them easily
As her resilient spirit steered her on.

A dark grey shroud sank down on her scenery,
It groaned as its weight settled over her canvas.
Her strides faltered slightly as her eyes perceived the sight,
go on’ her inner voice whispered boldly,
Go On’ it urged her persistently,
GO ON!’ its crescendo snipped sharply through the shroud,
 And with an overwhelming ferocity,
She thrust away the heavy grey drapes
To welcome a sweetly-painful sight.

There down below,
At a deadly plunging depth,
Was the Home that she had forsaken.

The sensitive wind transported the smell of her destiny,
As she stood there
On the brink.
She inhaled it deeply, slowly, measuring each intake delicately
Procrastinating the decision that she knew she had to take.

The fingers of the torn shroud behind her
Danced temptingly as she debated;
The death-defying drop looked up grimly at her on her other side.

‘What are you waiting for?’ asked her inner voice,
‘For myself’, she responded quiveringly.
‘There’s just one way to find yourself’ counselled her voice gently.
And with that,
She walked unhesitatingly toward the alluring shroud,
Spun around swiftly,
Struck powerful strides, charged and
Leaped into the unknown depths
Of the ravine holding her destiny.


Venice.