"It's the ups & downs, rises & falls, which make up the rhythm of life. And it's the pulling together & pushing away that gives us someone to dance through it with." - Christine Kincer
It's wet here in this land not too distant from reality
Inside the trees creatures are sitting & finding shelter beneath the leaves
While they watch, wait
For the downpour's ceasing
After squeezing them of rain, Lyric stretched striped stockings
Up her legs,
Slender & firmly
She fastened them in place
Then to the end of a branch, Lyric marched
Assessed the drowning drops --
What a disastrous time for a walk!
Determination pulled a hood over her face; grit sent her off into the rain
The space crinkled between her eyes, and her lips pierced tight
Lyric fell to the ground just right
Arms swinging at sides, quick & large stomps became her stride
Fury fueled her, passion pushed her
Lightning from instinct
Through the floods, over the stumps, against the wind
Her drive drove her
And, once again, those striped stockings became drenched
Dripping & dying
Lyric pounded on the door and nearly puddled on the floor, "Give it back!" she shouted.
Poet opened & answered her attack, "What?"
"You have it!" Lyric said.
"Have what?" he asked.
"You have it! I can feel it!"
"I don't know what you are talking about."
Lyric's instinct then moved her like a magnet to Poet's chest. Into which she snuggled before touching the chain about his neck and from his shirt she pulled it.
"My heart," Lyric in silence shouted, "You have stolen my heart," she whispered out of breath, "And I want it back!" Then yanked the locket from its link.
--Christine Kincer 2010
**Most images taken from google search engine. Lyric marching on branch drawing by Christine Kincer