Thursday 21 March 2013

A Return


I had followed the woman in the hooded cloak
The warrior who had led me with a smile
Clothed my nakedness

After a day’s journey
I had yet to see her face

At nightfall we reached a camp
Small
Desolate
But for another
Passively observing our entry

My guide went directly for a ladle
Scooped the contents of a pot
           Hovering over the fire
Filled a wooden cup
              Added cool water

‘Tea’
She offered
Reminding
‘We journeyed too long without food or drink.’

I took the cup, warm in my hands, and drank
The amber liquid was bitter
I spat it out

The woman’s laugh echoed
‘Worry not child
It only tastes bitter for a moment’

The tone of her voice
Turned my stomach

She watched curiously
For what reason I knew not

Until the pain came

I doubled-over
Looked to her
With a grimace

When our eyes met
She raised her arms
Pulled back her hood
                Revealing thick fair hair
                Framing dark ochre eyes

She strolled slowly
Intentionally
                Leisurely
By the fire

“You know…I’ve been watching you.’’
Her voice was a soft melodic coo

With the tilt of her head she smiled a magnetic smile
Her face, now clear in the golden light
Was familiar

Scorn flew freely from my tight throat
“Who are you?” I spat

The cramps
Which had lessened
Were debilitating still
My exertion had tasked what little breath I had
I lost balance and tipped to the ground
                                It’s always so cold and damp near the water
                Small stones pierced my face
                                Clung to the cold sweat now present
               
                I pulled myself to rest against a makeshift wall
                A heavy streak of liquid slid from my forehead
                Blazed past my lips to land on my chest
                                What has this bitch given me?

“Tsk, Tsk, Tsk…
You don’t remember me?  Ahh, it’s just as well, it’s all the same – in the end.”
Her full lips spread across her face igniting her eyes
She beamed arrogantly
 
Unfastening her cloak
She let it fall to the earth
Tightened her thick leather vest
                Paid me no mind as she unsheathed her sword
                                Surveyed its beauty
                                          It was fine in point and design
                                          Polished for death


I remain,

Lesley

Hallelujah Heartist

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