The Unihorn |
TEHUTI'S PER ON THE WEB NOTE: A poem, seemingly an attempt at freeverse, at which I suck--where do you put the line breaks? I would say that it's a metaphorical description of loneliness and depression masked in the words of a make-believe world etc. etc....basically, I tended to focus on fantasy with tragic yet hopeful overtones so much because I was lonely so much of the time, and wished that for every bad thing that happened (like a unicorn losing its horn), a good thing would happen in return. In short, I'm a sucker for hoping for the best, but always end up getting the worst.
Undated, and I do not recall writing it; judging by the paper and quality, I'd place it probably in junior high (1989-91), but this is just a guess. As it's in freeverse, something I usually don't bother with, it could also be from high school (1991-95). We were the best friends that ever were. Many a night he'd carry me to a Far, distant shore, where blue-black waves tipped with foam Crashed onto the rocks And the moonlight shone on the water As he'd gallop along the shore. He'd fly, Way out over the water. I could see a glowing reflection Of his beautiful horn. Then we'd wait on a cliff To see the glorious sunrise. Gold, red and orange All one after one. And when we were done, We'd fly away again To be back in the evening To see The sunset. Scarlet, violet, and blue Which soon took on a different hue And vanished, Leaving behind stars, Like a tiny shimmering fairy, Leaving behind some diamonds in the sky. One night while we slept, Bathed in the moon's soft, cool glow, A dark shadow Crept along like an evil serpent. We heard nothing. By dawn it was too late. He was dead, His horn gone, And a slow, scarlet drop of blood Fell like a descending tear. I cried for the fallen one that night But his spirit came and said, 'Do not cry for me, because I'm not gone. I'll always be there in your heart.' And he disappeared But not quite. He's still with me, And we still fly away Over the soft, calm waters Under the soft glow of the moon. |