Riverine
Torn from an endless night
Bound by a creeping fog
Like a shadow of the twilight
Born of the bog
With a cry or a moan
Half-heard with a hum
She flashed and shone
Nodded and shrugged
Eerily impenitent
With a weirdly vulgar laugh
She gushed like a runlet
And choked back a splash
Without a trace of a name
Of flesh or bone
As spare and slim
As the hair on a stone
In ripples like ribbons
That mocked the rainless shore
She murmured and gurgled
As haunting echoes stirred
Clutching and tugging
Without hope or love
As the moon glared down
She surrendered to the flood
Written by © Raven Drake
Copyright © Raven Drake | Year Posted 2014
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