Three hundred and twelve miles since Ithica
Sunlight pools on the flagstones
oxbows of bright sentimental light
aqueous coins of gold
reflected from the watery depths
shimmer on the surface
Sweet little sister
thirteen-going-on-six
with her sad, slow smile — but she’s tanned
and beautiful with flaming hair
and berry-stained lips
as charming and innocent as a kitten
day-dreaming, standing in a puddle
drying her feet
left, right, left, right, left, right...
Her aura is dazzling
countenance lit up like a ballroom
and at her edges, glowing
like a molten ember
the wispy fringes of her hair burn red -
hair as fine as needles
The afternoon heat pours itself
in a corona of sunlight around her, yet
carries in its shadow a darkness
that feels like something charred...
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
How will the journey end?
Or will it?
Notes from Ohio
©crisstiena
Author notes
5] notes from ohio
When we were kids, we would stop in high summer at nondescript motels
on the highway, but even the worst of them could almost be forgiven if they
had a swimming pool...
Image by ~punkasskajira@deviantART
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Comments
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I liked the follow-on lines (they keep one guessing). Without them, the ending would've been too abrupt at "charred". Your vivid imagery is awesome and the opening line is engaging. Well done!
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Beautiful piece Criss, I love the mystery of the ending lines. Indeed sunlight can capture an essence of innocence and youth in us all; not only in children, but even in we who are no longer children. I love the sunlight pools reference, how you work fire and water harmoniously!
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It is always with such great pleasure that I come to your pages seeking new posts, Sweet Scribe. I am never disappointed with my visits. 
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stunning imagery. I loved every sentence.
Well done, and yeah...what a kid won't do for
a pool. winks.
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