Manchas de Césped

por Brianna G. Harte

Manchas de césped

Rodillas raspadas

Zapatos cenagosos

Pies mojados

 

Señales de descanso

Señales de juventud

Ellos están contentos,

Y estarás también.

 

Sin marcados

Que limpias siempre,

Nunca jóvenes,

Nunca jugar.

 

Déjalos correr,

En el sol o e la lluvia.

Al final, la juventud

Desaparecerá.

 

Lo extrañarás,

Pues sabrás

Que tuvieron un niñez

Que los ayudó a crecer.

Copyright © 2017 Brianna G Harte. All rights reserved. // Derechos de autor © 2017 Brianna G Harte. Todos los derechos reservados.

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Grass Stains

by Brianna G. Harte

Grass stains

Scraped knees

Muddy shoes

Wet feet

 

Signs of playtime

Signs of youth

They’re still happy,

And you’ll be too.

 

Without markings

To clean away,

Never children,

Never play.

 

Let them run,

Sun or rain,

Eventually youth

Will fade away.

 

You shall miss it,

But you’ll know

They’ve had a childhood

That helped them grow.

Copyright © 2017 Brianna G. Harte. All rights reserved.

“The Knight of Xeo” – part 49: “A Woman in Green”

by Brianna G. Harte

The last stretches toward the branch were agonizing. My forearms were about to give out, and my fingers trembled. Each heartbeat rang in my head. Holding tight to the tree, I took several breaths. I heard tiny scratching sounds by my right foot and glanced down to find a couple of squirrels chasing each other. They circled the trunk with such ease. Moments later, I found them close to my face with their glossy black eyes staring at me.

“I’m trying, okay!”

They exchanged glances.

“I guess you don’t understand me.” But why can the snakes and the gryphon?

Were you talking to us?

I think she was.

Why can a human talk to us?

You think she’s human?

Well, she looks like it!

But the other one looks like her too.

“What are you talking about?” I asked. “And yes, I was talking to you.”

What?

“Seems that you’re fairly comfortable doing so as well, despite not remembering anything from your past.” I peered upward to find a woman, clad in a green mesh fabric dress that reached her toes and reminded me of fresh moss, above on one of the close branches. Her dress was split from her upper thigh down to the hem, revealing loose cotton pants beneath. A pendant around her neck reflected the sun, making it difficult to see. I couldn’t make out her face because of the lighting through the leaves.

“Are you the one who has been talking to me in this reality? Did you send Torret to me?” I looked down toward the gryphon below, not daring to let go of the tree bark. I didn’t trust in the tree and my skills that much just yet.

The woman seemed to ponder the questions. “What do you think?”

“I have no idea what to think anymore,” I sighed. “These two realities I keep jumping back and forth from and the constant resistance to answering anything for me has not helped me form an idea of what could be. I don’t even know which of them is supposed to be real.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I don’t know why you would say that.” Not really wanting to continue with that conversation, I began to climb again although my arms were about to fall off. I was closing the gap. Seeing the distance dwindle down until I could touch the top of the branch was a relieving feeling. “How do I get on the branch?”

The woman chuckled. “Can you not figure that out?”

I tried a few times, but with my arms as exhausted as they were, I wasn’t sure how much longer I could even hold on.

“Just give me your hand then.” Her tone seemed rather light. Even when I could not see her face, I could swear she was smiling.

My heart fought with my mind. I wanted to trust her, believe that she would finally be someone who I could rely on. Despite this, everything I had ever known since I woke up on that table has been anything but kind. Distrust ran its course through my blood.

Copyright © 2017 Brianna G. Harte. All rights reserved.

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Until That Day

by Brianna G. Harte

Looking back at you

Taking strides

To the top of the hill

When you fell down

Time and time again.

The sun seems to shine

Upon your dirt-covered face

That you never bothered

To wash off.

You’ll pass me.

You’ll reach great heights someday.

The tallest mountains

Shall not stand in your way.

But for now,

My hand shall be outstretched,

Always to be there,

To watch you,

Ready to catch you,

Ready to support you.

Copyright © 2017 Brianna G. Harte. All rights reserved.

“The Knight of Xeo” – part 48: “Onward”

by Brianna G. Harte

I simply stared at his feathered neck. Torret, that makes no sense! How does just knowing her location translate to the world ending?

The gryphon’s muscles shifted as we began to circle a location close to an odd assortment of trees. They weren’t of a variety that I could recognize.

Knowledge can sometimes be a key to safety or destruction.

After the third time around the same location, Torret began to slowly descend, having to keep his wings spread wide open, though they skimmed the branches all the way down. He settled on a patch of dirt sitting among weeds that surrounded the area just big enough he could comfortably lay down with wings mostly folded in.

Well, go on.

Carefully, I dismounted. Where do I go?

Torret nudged his head toward the treetops.

I’ve never climbed a tree before.

If you are Kasha, then you’ll know how to get to her.

I sighed. Getting some information for once would be nice. Might as well try to talk to her. As I walked toward the base of the tree, the overwhelming height of the tree awoke nerves inside me that I wished would go away. There were no branches that I could reach, not for at least 30 feet. I circled the tree and several times, I gripped the hard bark. Torret’s curious eyes weighed me down. Sighing, I took a firm grip on the tree. I can do this, right?

I started to ascend but only a few feet up, I slipped and fell to the weeds. I shook my head and tried again only to have the same result. Come on tree. I just want to get up there, I thought as my head bent down. Alright. One more time.

My gripping seemed to improve as I began to scale the tree. Whenever my footing could not be made and my fingers would slip, I would manage to find a holding. I found out very quickly that my strength in this reality, and maybe in the other one as well, was non-existent in my arms. Each grasp at the bark made the muscles along my forearm and fingers want to give up. They tightened immensely, begging me to release them from torment. My breathing grew heavy. My throat pleaded for water. I was not going to stop when I made it so far, though. My head turned toward the canopy, and a sigh of relief passed through my lips. I was so close to the first branch. Once I could get to it, I could finally rest before continuing.

Copyright © 2017 Brianna G. Harte. All rights reserved.

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Hiatus Update

Hi everyone!

Sorry for the hiatus. I’m currently working on an outline for a fantasy novel (as well as other work)! The actual writing will not be posted on this blog. I’m going to post the status of the writing when I get to major writing points (such as 15,000 words, 30,000 words, etc). Once I start writing the story (title in the works), I intend to start writing on this blog again.

Until then, thanks for the support!

~Writing_With_Harte