Tuesday, July 24, 2012

Helena's Cry

"Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind." -Helena


On my morning walk, I stumbled upon a crow.
Who, in a raspy voice said, "Morning, I've been waiting for you."
I asked him with my brows, why?
"I have something to tell you. To tell Helena, won't you?
That the north wind has taken her Blue Jay away."

The sky that you saw last night was one that made our stars bright.
Snow has settled in,
his breath is numb and his voice is low.

He wants her to know that he had to fly.
The Coniferous branches are weak.
Tell Helena that he hopes she will not cry.
He's taken with him, nuts and grain.
I helped him carry a bit of shrub.

He hopes that she will be a dear and wait for him until next year.
"Won't you assure her of one thing?"
I answered, yes.
"That he will hear her lovesick cries."

And in the spring, he asks that she wait in the woods,
where her home is no longer dark.

Before he left he showed me a potion:
of love, if it is possible.
This part, Helena must not know,
for magic is needed.
When cherries begin to blossom,
perhaps they will elope.

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22 comments:

  1. Awww... and with the spring comes new life too. This is a lovely read.

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  2. a rather magical tale...i hope that they get the opportunity to reunite on that day....and magic does its work...

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    1. Yes, I'm sure that they will because magic does work!

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  3. Lovely story...I so hope for the spring of blossoming cherries ~

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  4. I so enjoyed this...especially the idea of having a conversation with a crow...excellent writing archna!

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    1. I know, the clever things that he tells...Thanks so much Hannah!

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  5. Yi! A ,mixture of Midsummer Night's Dream and folklore and magic, absence, death . . . Will Helena Cry? Oh dear narrator, we are asked to keep so many secrets! Do not forget.

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    1. Susan, you are right on! My youngest is a sweet little lovey girl, Haile, who I call Helena because of Midsummer Night's Dream. And Helena does cry, for her heart is held so far down her sleeve. Thanks for playing along with me!

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  6. I love it! I wrote a poem about magpies and my long gone grandmother that explored loss and legacy so this nested in my heart, calling my name too, thank you.

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    1. Anna, that sounds lovely, I'd love to read it. Your writing is always rich. I'm glad you enjoyed this. :)

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  7. what a magical weave...and i'm sure that there will be a happy end..smiles

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  8. Oh what a crow can say when not trying to go through the trash haha wonderfully told.

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    1. Yes, a wonder...may he spill a thrill after a rash of trash..haha...whatever, thanks Pat!

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  9. I love the ending. I hope they do elope. :)

    This is my favorite part:

    "He hopes that she will be a dear and wait for him until next year. "Won't you assure her of one thing?" I answered, yes.
    "That he will hear her lovesick cries."

    I also like that she can't know the part about the potion because magic is needed.

    (P.S. I'm sorry I didn't think to let you know about the word list; I hope you'll still come write for me!)

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    1. I think sometimes magic is necessary and it doesn't come with shame. :)

      I just realized, through Hannah, that you were still giving out words. I will come by!!

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