2014-2015, Poem

Rebuttal to a River

Featured in the 2014 Fall Issue of Rambunctious

Rebuttal to a River
Colin Howe, '16

There once was a river winding
Eddies flowed too deep for most it seemed
For her waters felt cold, 
As they grinded to bone, 
Her blackness concealed, 
by a moon’s glow shining off her curves
The little jewels of hope, ever reflected

Clouds came to cover the moon that night
As always they did
And the river was once again alone
And cold
Listening to the rain fall softly
In time to the beat of her tears
Each ghostly ripple
Drifting for miles
In a cacophony of silent sadness

But the rain fell harder that night
As never before it did
Distant drums rang through
The grey hills, bringing with them
Brilliant flashes of green amongst the trees
The drummer marches up to that river
And its aura reaches deep into her soul
illuminating a glorious gleaming blue
So that river could be cold no more

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