For Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt.
Still water holds memories, of love and loss, death and growing, peace and tumult. A cloud mirror sometimes, speckled with bird wings, and sometimes a raging, silent fire with the trampling boots of soldiers, flame-haired and steel-coated. Sometimes.
I can sit on the bank of any lake, toss a pebble and watch the ripples, knowing that in the tiny bore radiating out from a central force is a story in momentous movement.
Sedge fringes stories and water birds illuminate the margins. Listen and you can hear the voices of the past, the crying in pain and anger, laughter in the sunshine, weeping beneath the rain.
Wind bends the dry stalks, ruffling and rippling, but when the wind holds its breath, when I listen, watch, deeper than the drifting clouds, I see the faces with eyes the same as mine or yours.
Words, though the tongue is not one I know, roll into the ear and the story they tell is universal, never dies, a longing to be loved, to find peace, to find peace.
21 thoughts on “#writephoto: Listening to the ripples”
This is beautiful, Jane. I think the Oracle was still whispering.
I hope she’s whispering to my agent who will be reading my story (sometime), that she really has to like it…
I hope so, too!
The last words especially seem to sum up everything.
I think it’s what everyone has wanted since the dawn of time.
Thank you Jane, a beautiful reading to start my Sunday morning here in NZ.
My pleasure, Liz. Glad you enjoyed it 🙂
Whispers of the past, it seems… beautifully written, Jane.
Thanks Sue. The past always finds a voice somewhere.
As long as someone is listening…
That’s the problem. Not everyone listens.
But some of us do 😉
Thank goodness 🙂
It’s lovely. I truly love the ending. Much luck with your book.
Thank you! Luck is what I need, in spadefulls.
So beautifully put, Jane…
Thanl you, Jaye 🙂