Over the edge of eternity

A triolet

Painting ©Gerhard Rießbeck

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Over the edge of eternity, the silver river flows,

Into the pool at the world’s end, where golden fishes leap.

I set a barque of birch wood sailing, the petals of a rose.

Over the edge of eternity, the silver river flows

Bearing dreams and driftwood to a place where no one goes,

For our little lives are rounded and bounded by a sleep.

Over the edge of eternity, the silver river flows,

Into the pool at the world’s end, where golden fishes leap.

 

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

9 thoughts on “Over the edge of eternity”

  1. A lovely way to go, on a silver river. This is my favorite line: “I set a barque of birch wood sailing, the petals of a rose.”

    1. I love that idea too. It comes from the Moomin books by Tove Jansson. Moominmama makes a birchwood boat every spring for Moomintroll when the family comes out of its long winter sleep. If it wasn’t for the cold, Moominland would be my idea of heaven.

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