SHE / MARAUDERS

(10.07.98)

Marauders!
That’s what she called them.
Not from here though; according to her, they were from a long long way away.

Slightly loopy!
That’s what she was.
Not that I was completely dismissing her tale; I just wasn’t getting too concerned.

Here!
That’s what she reckoned.
Not that we’d notice; as they were apparently not visible to the human eye.

Death!
That’s what she said was coming.
Not that she was worried; she said she knew her time was coming, and that this was it.

I listened to her.
I comforted her.

But she was adamant it was happening now, and that they’d be here soon.

I didn’t believe her.
I killed her.

But she was right…

The marauders are here!
Death is here.

THE RIVER

(09.07.98)

A river flowing silently through,
A river flowing steadily onwards
Meandering across the countryside,
Dissecting the trees and hills;

Little at the start,
Dribbling along;

Large at the end,
Gushing Forth;

A union at the meeting place,
The river and the sea;
Becoming one.