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