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Just some creative writing by me.
She flipped through the sonnets, not seeing anything to relate to. They were all too perfect, too happy. And then her eyes widened in recognition.
Is it thy will, thy image should keep open
My heavy eyelids to the weary night?
She bit her lip. How many nights had she lay awake, thinking of him?
Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken,
While shadows like to thee do mock my sight?
Hadn’t she seen him everywhere? Hadn’t his very presence haunted her?
Is it thy spirit that thou send'st from thee
So far from home into my deeds to pry,
To find out shames and idle hours in me,
The scope and tenure of thy jealousy?
She couldn’t begin to count the idle hours she’d spent thinking of him, of his mind and his face. Shames… ha. Indeed.
O, no! thy love, though much, is not so great:
If only it were much; if only it were anything.
It is my love that keeps mine eye awake:
Didn’t she know it?
Mine own true love that doth my rest defeat,
To play the watchman ever for thy sake:
For thee watch I, whilst thou dost wake elsewhere,
From me far off, with others all too near.
That’s all she seemed to be able to do: watch. She revelled in her unrequited feelings for a moment, then pulled herself together. Was she a coward? Could she not act on these confusing and burning emotions? 'Why is it so hard to act how you feel, or to say what you mean,' she thought. And in that moment, she’d decided.
The next day at school, she waited for a moment where she knew she would be alone. Her nervous fingers traced the edge of the folded paper. As she approached his locker, she looked around for people who might notice her. No one – the coast was clear. Before she could back out, she slipped the paper into the top of his locker. And stepped back, shocked at her own daring.
She’d done it. She’d slipped the sonnet into his locker. Oh God, she’d done it. She couldn’t take it back now. Did she want to take it back? The doubt and awe at her own daring made her step backward twice, nearly tripping over the locker bench behind her. She shook herself into reality and left before anyone could pay attention to her. The last thing she wanted was to be taken off guard by his or any of his friends’ sudden appearances. It was done, now. She’d done it.
 faerenach · Fri Jan 23, 2009 @ 02:24pm · 0 Comments |
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