Spring Green #5, Warm Light #6, Vert #1

[shadowsong26]

Name: shadowsong26
Story: when my landscape changes
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Spring Green #5. this world can't be saved, only discovered (with paint-by-numbers from bookblather: Riluke travels.), Warm Light #6. I'm at your back door with the earth of a hundred nations in my skin, Vert #1. Hope
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (Lilith Faire Day Eight: Main Stage), paint-by-numbers, miniature collection, photography, life drawing, cartography, canvas
Word Count: 346
Rating: PG
Characters: Riluke
Warnings: Don't think so!
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. Last Vert!


so here i am,
at the edge of the desert,
crossing a boundary
and leaving everything i knew behind.
stepping into a future
where i can be--
i don't know what i can be. not yet.
but it's waiting for me.
and the things i'll miss
i'll miss forever
but it's worth it.
i think. i hope.
i'll see.


so here i am,
gliding along a windswept plain
going south and south to the coast.
(the long way, but a safer route
than trying to cross increasingly-hostile feredar).
it's like and unlike the desert that i know;
it's dry and dry,
but once you learn to look at it,
you can see the varied colors
bursting through the grass.
i take notes in every town.
someday, it might be useful,
either to my family at home,
or to my mission on the other side of the world.


so here i am,
colder than i've ever been before,
huddled in a quiet, pleasant room
on a beach that i'm sure is lovely
at some other time of year.
we're waiting for the tide,
or the weather,
or so they tell me,
and i trust them--
because what do i know of oceans?
but i want to be moving again.
i want to get to where i'm going
and see who i'll be when i get there.


so here i am,
sailing across an ocean
and
like the desert
like the grassland
there's a variety to the colors of the waves
even--especially--when the weather is clear.
it shimmers in the sunlight
full of fish and crabs and things;
blue and green and transluscent
almost like glass.
i miss--
i miss my home.


so here i am,
standing on a dock
with sand in a different color stretching out before me
all the way to a green horizon;
i've made it.
envoy to the islands.
where i can make something of myself
something more than i could have been at home
something strong and beautiful.
i take a breath,
step onto the sand,
and begin.

Comments

[thisbluespirit]

Oh, this is really lovely! So evocative of all the different places and feelings on the way.

[shadowsong26]

Thank you <33

[bookblather]

This is SO GOOD. This is especially good:

"and the things i'll miss
i'll miss forever
but it's worth it.
i think. i hope.
i'll see."

I have only keysmashes and internal screaming.

[shadowsong26]

<333333333333 thank you so much!!!

[bookblather]

And here is your novelty bead:

1) "One more look from her eyes/One more look can you paint her back to life" - Weatherman, Tori Amos