The wagon's rattling wheels cease their noise
as Spouse and Saunterer now come upon
the cave wherein the Pilgrim yesterday
did fall when she and he were arguing—
the final proper conversation had
betwixt the two before his taking ill.
From here they turn around and take the bend,
observing side of th'road for opening
in th'woods, which comes about so subtle that
they almost miss the gap between the trees 10
despite the lantern light she holds to them.
So here they stop, dismounting from the bench
to enter th'woods in search of th'alternate
approach into the cavern they've been told
exists along this path; and as was said,
through bush and scuffing stone they find the mouth—
a hole within the ground with nat'ral steps
that lead their way toward its darken'd depths.
So hypnotiz'd by what she sees, the Spouse—
upon a hand now brushing on her arm— 20
doth jump at Saunterer's attempt to grasp
attention. "Whoa, apologies from me
for startling thee. I only wish suggest
perhaps it best I stay behind to watch
the road to make for sure the horses there
be undisturb'd for this duration thou
mayst search the cave for th'herb the Doctor needs."
She nods to this and sits upon the first
of steps to swing her legs upon the next
whilst bids he her to carefully proceed, 30
for this terrain is treacherous for men
in trousers, let alone a lass in dress.
She heeds his words as deeper she descends
within the darkness, lantern's pooling light
an ever shrinking presence in this dark
which seems to swallow what her flame can throw.
But still she sees the ground beneath her feet,
so crack'd and rugged ankles threaten twist,
and also doth she know direction she's
suppos'd to travel by the roaring boom 40
of th'waterfall that echoes off the walls,
so when there's cooling mist upon her skin
and liquid crystal spout she sees ahead,
she knows she's found the spot her Pilgrim fell
and crouches o'er the rock so to caress
the place he lay whilst she set out for help
in total darkness, save the single light
YOU ARE READING
As Ever Like the Sun & Moon at War
PoetryA troubled Pilgrim sets upon a road in search by sun and storm of paradise; a vain Pariah's banish'd from his home to render justice by the moonlit night: two individuals who share a flesh, each unalike in methods and beliefs, yet fated consequence...