Dare to Read

October 22, 2010

From Requiem for a King

Filed under: On Writing — carmenferreiroesteban @ 11:53 pm

Nowan stopped when we reached the river bank and, letting go of my hand, parted the reeds so very carefully.

I saw it, then, white and slender,

a bird made of light.

It walked in the water on its long, slim legs, perfectly balanced,

as if dancing to a music only he could hear.

“It’s beautiful,” I whispered.

From Requiem for a King by Carmen Ferreiro-Esteban

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