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Poem: He Walked Along the Rocks

Absolutely not IY, but there's a story trying to get born...we'll see what happens...


He walked along the rocks,
ignoring the wind in his hair,
and how it tugged on his clothes,
and looked out over the horizon,
to where the sea met the sky,
and watched.

As he listened to the wind
and the waves
and the seabirds crying,
he did not know yet
for what he was watching,
captured by the old magic
of wind and wave,
but knew, somehow,
something was calling him.

He thought, for a moment,
of his books,
of his garden,
of his house amid the trees,
and thought about Prufrock,
and mermaids,
and songs,
and wondered about tomorrow.

Turning to go,
he did not see the fae shape
run her comb one last time
through perfect green hair,
then slip off the rocks into the water,
pondering about the mysteries of land
and tree and earth,
and the strange songs humans sang.

They both went their way,
back to their real lives
yearning for mysteries.





A/N  Prufrock reference is to a poem by T.S. Eliot. This is the pertinent part:

Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?   
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.   
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.     
I do not think that they will sing to me.           
 
T. S, Elliot, Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, lines 122-125


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