The Bridge-Man (NaPoWriMo Day 8)

Stormy-Night

The Bridge-Man

“Can you feel the
thunder rumble
at your feet
that

makes the
pebbles scatter
and the dirt
fly free?”

the
Bridge-Man asks
expectantly.

(Bridge-Man, Bridge-Man,
whispering)

“Can you feel the
tingle of the
rain drenched earth
when

angels
offer drink from
distant whirl-
pool surf?”

the
Bridge-Man asks
with lifted brow.

(Bridge-Man, Bridge-Man,
louder now)

“Can you hear the
booming rise of
shores ahead
where

current
drags and drowns
all of the strong
men dead?”

the
Bridge-Man asks,
close by my side.

(Bridge-Man, Bridge-Man’s
piercing cry)

“Can you see the
bridge with bloodied
rails of wood?
I

offer
you safe passage
here where I
once stood.”

the
Bridge-Man breathes
against my ear.

(Bridge-Man, Bridge-Man’s
time is near)

“Can you see the
brilliance of
what’s beyond?
I’ll

fight for
you, my dearest
heart; I won’t
be long.”

the
Bridge-Man sighs
with final breath.

(Bridge-Man, Bridge-Man,
still in death)

 

Copyright © 2015 by Amaryllis Torres

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