An Unordinary Stormy Day

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Think about the last few lines of this poem.

Submitted: July 03, 2015

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Submitted: July 03, 2015

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It was an ordinary stormy day
Or so it seemed.


The sky was decorated in a wispy gray, cloud wallpaper
While the ground was dotted in murky pools of rainwater.


A worn, beaten road stretched out in the light drizzle
Enjoying the few moments of peace and quiet from the herds of bellowing cars.


But, for a treaded dirt path lying about, silence was unattainable
For a cacophony of two girls’ laughter echoed around.


Two young girls, clad in sun like rain coats, and thick boots
Strolled along the dirty path, giddy, and carefree.


For a while, they were silent
Only letting out trills of giggles every other moment.


Suddenly, as if the spell of silence was lifted
The larger girl, who was twirling her golden locks on her finger, shouted


“Look there, Beatrice!”
Her finger pointed towards a square section of land in front of them.


The small girl, Beatrice, furrowed her chestnut brow
And stroked her chin in obvious confusion.


 And who could blame the poor thing, for
It was simply a worn burgundy brick wall, and splintered wooden door


“Oh, Marie, what could that droll door possibly lead to?”
Questioned the perplexed girl.


 “Beatrice, don’t be such a child.
 It could lead to anything,” exclaimed Marie


“A Fairy’s kingdom, a pirates cove, anything!” She continued
“Let’s go inside.” Marie decided with a determined grin pasted to her visage.


 With that, Marie started to march towards the rotting door
 Swaying her arms as she set her feet down, and holding her head high to the clouds


“No!” Beatrice shouted, grabbing her friends arm in a hasty motion
“It could be dangerous!” She said, trying to convince her to turn around.


 Letting out a humph through her gritted teeth
 Marie pulled her arm from Beatrice’s grasp, and strutted to the rotting door


Marie creaked the door open, cautious to not rip the door from its hinges
And stepped inside.


 As both pairs of eyes traced over the area, each girl gasped
 And what an area it was. 


It was simply an abandoned garden
Littered in pieces of cracked flower pots, and the vines of fertile weeds.


 The grass, long abandoned, sat dying of ill-nourishment
 Wilting, and falling into stacks, as sharp and stiff as thorns.


It was such a melancholy place
No girl knew what to say, or what to do.


 After a moment, Beatrice was the first to speak
 “It’s such a sad site.”


Marie answered
“We can fix it.”


 Though Beatrice was silent
 Disgust, and her lack of confidence displayed in her thin, straight lips.


You see, each girl thought differently about the garden
One seeing it as a place of the dead, and the other comparing it to a potential heaven


 Beatrice, looking at the piles of cracked pots,
Saw them as they were.


Marie, instead, imagined they were shaping a grand Fairy Castle.
A castle pearl white, topped with piercing emerald flags, and decorated in gold décor.


 As Beatrice glanced over the long vines of weeds overrunning the garden
 She scowled at the unappealing sickly green, and thorns


Marie envisioned that the vines were fallen beanstalks
Ready to rise to take her to the Giant’s Castle abiding in clouds.


 Marie finished her day dreaming, and pleaded
 “Beatrice, please, may we try and fix this place?”


Beatrice stole a glimpse at her friends puckered, pleading lips
And let out a laugh, “Alright, alright.”


 And exchanging a glance to each other
the two friends got to work.


The rain passed, and soon spring disappeared
Summer came, fall preceded and winter came in the blink of an eye.


 Seasons came and went, storms thundered the horizon
and disappeared in a blur.


Years have passed, but, the wall seems to look more pristine
The bricks, redder in color, highlighted their existence on the nearly-forgotten path.


 The door was gone, leaving a hole for any person walking by
To steal a glance at the forbidden garden.


Long forgotten are the years when the garden sat un-cared for
Beauty is all it knows.


 Patches of infant daisies rose from the fertile soil
Adjacent to the endless rows of roses, blue-bells, and every type of flower imaginable.


Rain came upon the world again, leaving a relieved beaten road
And an irked dirt path.


 Two young girls, one with blonde, and the other with brown hair
Trotted down the road, laughing loudly


They came to the garden, and each one sighed
Revealing their contentment at the moment


 The brown-haired one spoke
 “Can you believe we’ve been friends for nearly five years?”


The blonde-haired girl answered
“Yes. I’m glad our mothers introduced us.”


 Each girl laughed.
 “Did your mother tell you that they found this garden?” Questioned the blonde-haired girl


The other girl nodded, and the two dived into a full conversation
Drowning out the world around them.


It was an ordinary day,
That turned out to be not so ordinary.


Find your garden
 In your ordinary day.


© Copyright 2018 Maggie Williams. All rights reserved.

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