A poem about the passage of time and new beginnings.
On a chill, bright autumn day, Octavia stands on a windswept cliff-top, contemplating the sea below. Inspired, she then takes her life in a new direction.
Up the hills winds the way Flanked by tall stalks that sway, Stinging to make you stay And, at the top, there play Light golden rays. Gallop, Octavia, smoothly as lace.
Breath moves reluctantly, Dryly and lifelessly, Coldly and whistlingly, Yet to stop now would be Too great a risk. Gallop, Octavia, weightless and brisk.
Up and away you fly, Feeling like pegasi Surely must feel to ply Miles of cloudless sky, Awed by its length. Gallop, Octavia, drawn by your strength.
Then, as you slow your pace, Clearing the top with grace, There lies that lustrous place, Wiping your furrowed face Clean of its frown. Hurry, Octavia, home to your town.
Yesterday's dull ideas And ones from bygone years Flung to the side, Spend you the next few days Scribbling. Your face displays Effort and pride.
After the first night falls, Sleep where your body sprawls, Mouth in a grin. First, through sheer force of will, Shut the door open still Since you stormed in.
Just as the morrow dawns, Seeking to rush your yawns, Start you again. Then, fourteen hours away, Hours that pass like play, Lay down your pen.
Next, the third day begins. All but your writing thins Into a haze. Idle are both your ears. All that your mind still hears Plays in your gaze.
When the third night descends, Waking days near their ends, Still you press on. "Something superb is nigh", Sense you, your spirits high, Worries long gone.
Now that you wrote all night, Toiling by candlelight, Out comes the sun. After a beat or two, Slowly, it dawns on you It is all done.
Perfect notes, perfect modes, Show what the piece encodes, Nimbly conveyed. Sonorous harmonies Make it a masterpiece Ripe to be played.
Sleep and then fetch your bow, Practice, beginning slow. Soon you gain speed. Musical through and through, Though your limbs grumble, you Pay them no heed.
Melodies resonate, Fragments reverberate, Graceful and loud, For, by the music kissed, You are a celloist, Skilful and proud.
Later by just two days, Autumn Day will take place. All will be there. And on this holiday, You have been booked to play Out in the square.
Now you intend to play That which you wrote to-day, Making it shine. As the big date draws close, Training without repose Files it fine.
Royals will be there, and, Gathered from all the land, Faces with clout. Swiftly, the day is here. Ought you to hope or fear? Go and find out.
Autumn Day, come along, Drew an imposing throng, Big as they come. Left and right stands the mass, Centred, the upper class. Words make a hum.
Early acts entertained Fairly. The crowd remained Hungry for more. Now, at long last, your turn Comes, and their gazes burn Down to your core.
Taking a seat, you bring, Timidly, bow to string, Then you begin. Try to be unaware That a collective stare Claws at your skin.
Quickly, your piece grows loud And you forget the crowd, Stern as a drill. You are too focussed now Even to notice how Practice meets thrill.
Something unique holds sway Which, with each note you play, Goes and arrives. There, in its midst, stand you, Blissfully living through Dozens of lives.
Clear, your full essence rings With, for all other things, Nary a care. Into one demiurge Nature and labour merge Flesh, wood and air.
Forth bursts a final bout. Softly, it peters out. Silence ensues. Stiffly, you look around. Did you, on whims unsound, Gamble and lose?
Then all those viewers who Looked to be prying you, Searching for flaws, Probing and sundering, Burst into thundering Clouds of applause.
Though you could glean no clues, Suddenly comes the news, Shaking your world. Memories ring in you. Feel a great spring in you Gently uncurled.
Dazedly stand and walk, Catching excited talk. Steady your knees. "...Put up a hardy fight...". "...Half made it out all right...". "...Back in one piece...".
Wind whistles breezily, Dances and easily Sings in the trees. Feel your eyes sweetly burn, See your best friend return From overseas.