she walks in the beauty of the sun,
bare feet padding softly on the cool dirt
fingers skimming the tops of the tall grass
her laughter floats over the field
and the clouds smile down on her
holding back their inevitable rain
she twirls
happier than the most jubilant of children
displaying a smile that refuses to depart
her hair shining as it falls
eyes sparkling like the stars to come:
the perfection of a woman in love
the storm
comes softly on horseback
unexpected
she turns, the smile fading
the news comes by way of a young man:
a boy much like the one she is losing
“he fought bravely” is all she hears
before falling to the ground
her fist clenched as she beats her breast
the sky is now dark
she hears thunder and sees the flash of jagged lightening
in the sky that before was joyful with her
now her tears fall
unnoticed
onto that same cool dirt that before she tread in anticipation
and now sobs on in pain
the message-bearers are gone
and she is alone, face tearstained
pain easily visible on her angelic face:
the agony of a woman who has lost everything
Hmm...I'll have to rethink that line. It's not my favourite either.
