Mr. Darcy snorted.
Considering it a reply in itself, he said nothing
more. Ms. Bennet looked toward,
an explanation. “Well?”
Her eyes widened, she performed
a quizzically encouraging nod. “Go on”,
it spoke in silence.
“You can’t skip it more than
He emphasized “you” as if such a feat were possible
but lost only on her. His fingers tinkered
with the salt of the earth.
a flat pebble from her pile. A premonition of triumph played
about her face;
she cocked her hand toward the water.
slender arms, tense; watched
as the pebble left her hand, imperceptible until it touched
the gentle eddies rippling
from collisions long past,
took off again.
to the moment with steel ropes, unnoticing
of the sunset that dipped nearby
in willful misunderstanding.
of a nearby waterfall collided, combined, separated, shattered into a dizzying array of light.
In that moment, they collected, recombined, reformed their destruction
a strand of hair across Elizabeth’s brilliant
eyes. Her mouth
was slightly open, her gaze
scaffolded with quiet anger,
an end. Hesitantly, it rose away from the liquid that greedily
absorbed the first salt it had tasted in years.
It wobbled, if ever so slightly.
Distance is nothing when one has a motive.
in a moment unfixed from time.
and struck with a splash. A small explosion was born
of a water droplet almost
in a different position from before, the wind long
and walked away.
What is water to the wise?
What once lost is lost forever?
What’s the violent’s greatest guise?
- The poem’s characters are very loosely based on the speech and characteristics of Jane Austen’s Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy in Pride and Prejudice.
- The image is a still from the music video of Cherry Wine by Hozier.