The Reluctant Soldier: XXXVI
Posted August 10th, 2017 by Gracithe1andonly
in wardly searching
Nothing is happening, so anxiety
Bends to the need of the moment. Silence, though-
She still reigns in my cabin, in my spirit,
Quiet shock and dread.
A long, strange conversation was held tonight,
Honesty and soft kindness and cutting words
Lying side-by-side on the deck beneath this,
The star-studded sky.
I have found little cause for joy in these times,
But this, surely, is one-Ignon, the brother
I never knew, is free where I am still bound;
That, at least, is good.
I have been angry at Ignon all this time
For vanishing. If he had stayed, then we both,
Our father and me, would have stayed home, and he
Would be in my place.
How are kings chosen? Oh, I know they are born,
Not made; yet how did it happen that he is
Wearing the crown instead of someone worthy,
Like our Amhrion?
The sun rises to the roaring of the waves,
Anchored ships stir restlessly, relentlessly;
Megara says that the mountains remind her
Of her own lost home.
I have found that at the heart of the soldier
Is his, or her, home. What is at the heart of
The Islands? Oh, I know, my mother told me-
a/n: i'm baaaack
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