• Home
  • About Us
  • Contact Us
  • FAQ
  • Testimonials

Your Story Club

Read, Write & Publish Short Stories

  • Read All
  • Editor’s Choice
  • Story Archive
  • Discussion
You are here: Home / Poetry / Journey

Journey

Published by Al in category Poetry with tag bride | disease | groom | Life | Love | wife

The continuation of ‘’Presage’’.

https://yourstoryclub.com/short-stories-unusual-experience/short-story-of-writer-presage/

hands-hold-rings

English Love Poem – Journey
Photo credit: earl53 from morguefile.com

  • Scene 1.
  • Desert. Presage drags me between the dunes.
  • PRESAGE.
  • Sun bestows a flame to sandy hills
  • And with Its passion any wound heals
  • And any earthly essence sooner melts
  • And turns a clay.
  • Takes out his flask, makes a sip and pours the rest on my face.
  • ME coming to.
  • It is my home
  • And we needn’t long to go,
  • Just leave this road
  • Back and … further I know.
  • I long to be a burden of the sun,
  • To breathe the flame of its eternal run,
  • To scatter the earthly part of mine
  • To sirocco of love.
  • PRESAGE.
  • You honestly adore your family.
  • ME.
  • Oh, if I just could explain you how
  • Exactly unhappy I was you hardly
  • Would understand me!..
  • PRESAGE.  Tell me it now.
  • ME.
  • Rejected always, ridiculed and
  • Hold in contempt in all my protests,
  • In worries and in tenderness and
  • Even in humility. It’s hopeless
  • To try to recollect or to complain.
  • PRESAGE.
  • All what we live through is never in vain.
  • What is that strange gray spot on the skyline?
  • ME.
  • To the right of us? It’s … sirocco. My
  • Shirt I took off to bandage my head and
  • You need do the same. To sink a face in sand
  • Completely close it and tightly tie.
  • We have to wait it lying face down.
  • PRESAGE.
  • Here it comes with deafening sound.
  • It’s horrible!
  • ME.  There is no use to cry.
  • I can not hear you.
  • PRESAGE.  My face is deep
  • In sand and I am suffocating.
  • ME.  Keep
  • Silence otherwise we’ll both lose breath…
  • PRESAGE, ME raised by swirl. Oh, no!

 

  • Scene 2.
  • Desert plain with dunes on the right side and palms on the left.
  • ME.
  • Stand up and see. We are on plain with row
  • Of highest palms. I never was thrown
  • By the wind so close to it. There is no
  • Better place for us to spend a night
  • And first of all in gloom we’ll need a light.
  • Dry leaves of palms will burn well.
  • I share with PRESAGE the rest of water from my little flask.
  • PRESAGE.  And dried
  • Dates lie here and there for us to
  • Supper. For sake of truth, if you don’t mind…
  • Do you retain some better times for you?
  • ME.
  • Of course. We were just bride and bridegroom
  • Then and worked in a promotion office.
  • Beside the campaign pages piled in room
  • We slept. In daytime people gladly took heaps
  • Of them to throw them at us.
  • PRESAGE.  You are…
  • Masochist!
  • ME.  This silly word lacks any
  • Meaning for me. That was a world of many
  • Truest emotions expressed as ”far”
  • As they could only reach.
  • PRESAGE.
  • You never would behave
  • In such a way and that is why you have
  • So strongly liked it.
  • ME.
  • You are quite right.
  • PRESAGE.
  • And people thought it jest to cause a laugh.
  • ME.
  • We follow in life a plastic stuff.
  • The plastic cars drive to pick up us
  • And plastic dreams we’ll never trespass
  • And plastic songs are filling up the sky
  • For they can neither live nor die.
  • PRESAGE.
  • It’s day already.
  • ME.  I have never seen
  • A dawn either sunset here.
  • PRESAGE.
  • Let’s go.
  • PRESAGE and ME are walking together.
  • ME.  You have no idea
  • What exactly I always have been.
  • All this began at school. Once in garden
  • I saw people smiling every time when
  • Dice was thrown. I quickly seized the dice
  • And ran away. I take the dice out and show it to PRESAGE. Look, it’s here and since
  • That time my talk makes smile of everyone.
  • PRESAGE.
  • I see a lake and my thirst makes me smile.
  • ME.
  • Don’t hurry. Your joy is just for a while.
  • PRESAGE.
  • You mean, it’s illusion and will be gone.

 

  • Scene 3.
  • Lake, shore and mountains behind the lake.
  • ME.
  • Oh, no. It is real. Try it
  • Yourself.
  • PRESAGE.  My throat burns. Damn it!
  • ME.
  • It’s salty. Just lie in it, don’t drink!
  • PRESAGE.
  • It burns even skin. Are you good friend, you think?!
  • ME.
  • Life-giving water will never harm us,
  • But now it’s not a season of rains.
  • PRESAGE.
  • We’ll die of thirst.
  • ME.  A camel spends here
  • The whole life.
  • PRESAGE. We’ll become the hermits.
  • ME.
  • Just have a sight: all mountains to east are
  • White from salt. Such grandeur is new on earth!
  • PRESAGE.
  • They shine under sun, gray little cloud
  • Is above and sun is shining through it.
  • It’s miracle: I feel cool, mild wind
  • Together with rain, we talked about.
  • ME.
  • I lost my dice. I dropped it when jumped in
  • Water.
  • PRESAGE.  Already twice you magically
  • Predict a weather.
  • ME.  I didn’t mean
  • It. All around us is rather queerly.
  • PRESAGE.
  • This happened to me once on other lake in north.
  • I sat in boat with my old friends
  • When storm has come. I cursed and stretched my hands
  • To jump out and avoid the boat’s lost.
  • In no time the storm has ceased to be
  • And from that time my friends avoided me.

 

  • Scene 4.
  • Psychiatric department at hospital. Doctor is talking to my wife.
  • DOCTOR.
  • He is much better now, you may take
  • Him home. With care and medicines
  • He is to be all right at least in week,
  • But never can be healed of such disease.

***

Read more like this: by Author Al in category Poetry with tag bride | disease | groom | Life | Love | wife

Story Categories

  • Book Review
  • Childhood and Kids
  • Editor's Choice
  • Editorial
  • Family
  • Featured Stories
  • Friends
  • Funny and Hilarious
  • Hindi
  • Inspirational
  • Kids' Bedtime
  • Love and Romance
  • Paranormal Experience
  • Poetry
  • School and College
  • Science Fiction
  • Social and Moral
  • Suspense and Thriller
  • Travel

Author’s Area

  • Where is dashboard?
  • Terms of Service
  • Privacy Policy
  • Contact Us

How To

  • Write short story
  • Change name
  • Change password
  • Add profile image

Story Contests

  • Love Letter Contest
  • Creative Writing
  • Story from Picture
  • Love Story Contest

Featured

  • Featured Stories
  • Editor’s Choice
  • Selected Stories
  • Kids’ Bedtime

Hindi

  • Hindi Story
  • Hindi Poetry
  • Hindi Article
  • Write in Hindi

Contact Us

admin AT yourstoryclub DOT com

Facebook | Twitter | Tumblr | Linkedin | Youtube