Her skin was like alabaster
Eyes pale as an early morning
She was from across the river
He knew he shouldn't look at her
She came from the high mountains
There altitude made breathing difficult.
They spoke a different language
They were warned not to speak
For they are not like us
His parents had warned him
Talk to them and there will be chaos
But she was so beautiful
As he looked through the reeds
He saw her with her family gathering clay
To make pots as there was none in the hills
Although he kept still and hidden
They were still alert watching
Like wild animals sniffing the air
So he moved not one muscle
Scarcely breathing, the girl came close
Plucking the flowers that grew there
Then she turned and stumbled upon him
Her expression changed from alert
To that of an overwhelming fear
He put his finger to his lips
Signaling, pleading silence from her
Graphically reflected his own fear
He glanced first at her face then down
Her feet squishing in the plastic mud
Where she stood staring at him
Finally she uttered her word for “Mine”
She clutched the flowers to her breast
Nodding in agreement he smiled at her
With this she visible relaxed
And stooped down to where he hid
Staring wonderingly at him
He offered a hunk of bread from his satchel
Doubtfully she took it from him
Nibbled it, looking at him all the while
“Gor” he said pointing to himself
Silent for a moment she then said “Bel”
“Bel’ he nodded approvingly
He held his hands open, palms up
Instead of doing the same
Bel nodded and placed her hands in his
Then almost in an instant she changed
She had heard her people calling
She cried out in reply “I am coming”
Sadly Gor nodded in despair
Reached up and touched her pale face
As she was so beautiful
He uttered a one word question “Why?”
She lowered her eyes, then rose up
Returning to rejoin her family
She pushed back through the reeds
Watching, Gor willed her to turn around
To look back at him again
The force of his love was so great
That just as he was giving up hope
She did so and smiled for him.
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Oh my goodness! This is exquisite! :)
ReplyDeleteWaiter! Quickly! A cold shower to Mr Newbery's room!
ReplyDeleteSensuously a narration for a short story is in order. Beautifully led oldegg!
ReplyDeleteHank
Captivating... I would so much love to hear more about this... Is there a sequel planned? *smile* Beautifully written! Kudos!
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful short story..there was a book/TV series here years ago about a half human/monkey called Gor..you brought it back to life for me! i love those touching moments
ReplyDeletePoor Gor, all doubt and dspair Nice.
ReplyDeleteReminded me of something, so I looked it up. Maybe you'd like this:
http://youtu.be/Ko8vZyIODQc
Thanks, the clip was great. I do tend to write a bit about women's eyes!
DeleteSo sweet. A very romantic moment neither will forget.
ReplyDeleteAn amazing idea, to make that mishmash of words into a coherent fable! I salute you for all the skill and artistry of this poem.
ReplyDeleteOops! THEIR altitude....:-)
There is what I meant, as "in that place"
DeleteWhat a tale --- love the element of forbidden love, and the sad end.. Oh I hope for a part II.. love have to be victorious in a case like this.
ReplyDeleteLove <3
ReplyDeleteBeautifully done! It oozes with romantic longing!
ReplyDeleteI've enjoyed this tale, it drew me in.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely fable you have created here, old egg. Thoroughly enjoyable read.
ReplyDeletePamela
Wonderful tale, maybe in the next poem they are reunited.
ReplyDeleteO how great is the pull of family!
ReplyDeleteWhat a wild story. *giggles*
ReplyDeleteTsk. And I thought I was the romance writer.
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