Enthroned On Stone
On a hill
not far away
there stands a stone
all shades of grey.
On that stone
one fateful day
she sat to rest
from work and play.
There she sits
still to this day.
Covered in moss
a sad display.
She sat to long
emotions affray,
As they danced
across the way,
she never knew
the price she'd pay.
As they passed
to all's dismay,
she changed to match
the stones dark grey.
Cold as ice,
despite the day.
Still as stone
that won’t decay.
Only erode
as time will play.
Around her thrown
the grasses sway.
Realized she was alone.
Her grief welled into a groan
that shook earth, rattled bone.
feeding anger deep inside,
until it could no longer hide.
Spilling torrents from her eyes,
changing unassuming guise.
Now her river spits and cries.
She melted by that river side,
with its deepest depths allied.
Lays in wait beneath the tide,
seethes with pain and deadly pride.
A single soul dares there to dwell,
all others fled her waters swell.
He alone, to anger quell,
love has tied him to her spell.
She wars with love and hate alike.
He an unwavering dike,
holding her destructive strike
at bay, both passions childlike.
So long as Sister sits death’s throne
the valley to this danger prone.
River Witch will malice hone,
dooming both to exist alone.
Mary Grace van der Kroef, is a poet, writer, and artist from the Niagara Region of Ontario, Canada.
“Enthroned on Stone,” an early
version of it appeared on her personal poetry blog/website last year. It has
since been removed, edited, and changed.
“River Witch,” Has never
been seen online or in print form.
Her personal website can be
found at www.marygracewriting.ca
Twitter: @MGWriting
Facebook: @marygracewriting
Instagram:
@marygracewriting
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