Queen Of The River

• Dominic Jackson, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2019

She walks
on lilypads,
The Queen of the River.
She skips like a stone over the smooth surface.
Silken silt and blood spilt
surround her and amount to
nothing as soon as they wash away.
She learns to feel as little as possible,
The Queen of the River.
Pouring her heart out,
waterfalls become nothing more than a trickle.
She watches the water run away and she wishes the washes of daily dredge would stop.
That just for a moment, the torrential time that flows around her would
stop.
You cannot see her,
The moment has passed and she
cannot see you,
you move too fast.