Monday, 1 July 2013

Wishing Well

by Hannah Lizette

In the backwoods
lies a ghost of a river,
nothing but winding veins
and forlorn toads croaking
for droplets of rain.

Country pebbles miss
skinny dipping across
the open water,
balancing between
the fate of sink or swim.


He offered a penny for
her thoughts but she spent
it at the wishing well,

she baptized him with
her sorrow as he plucked
hymns on his guitar strings,

singing about their roots
and journey with an old
Kentucky prayer.

Britt's Dance Contest: Bonus; including Bolero, Viennese Waltz and Waltz.

Copyright 2013: Hannah K.   
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