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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

A love story

When you look at the far away hills at sunset,think of me:

I am the black flock of birds that disappears into the horizon;

I am the golden sunset that touches your heart;

I am the dark house upon the darkening hills;

I am the old grave that lie silently in the dark,moist forest,

forgoten forever.

REMEMBER ME.That was the name he had given to the poem he had just finished writing in black ink upon white art paper.He had created the poem himself,a decade ago,soon after the sudden,shocking,passing away of his grandpa.

He stared hard at the cream walls,contemplating of bestowing a different title to the poem.He thought of various possibilities,debating them in his mind,discarding them,each one in turn.Remember me.That sounded right enough.He gave a deep,low breath.That was good enough a name.He would stick to it.

In the course of time,he had written the poem over and over again,not greatly changing its context ,wherever he found space to put it down:in school exercise books he took from the shop,not minding they were part of the businesse's meagre profits;in his diaries for each and every year he put it as prologue and epilouge;on the back of his personal photographs he wrote it down,whenever he could.

He turned over the page.

Through the high foliage of the grey straight giants moans and wails the wind incessantly

Under the gloomness of the towering giants,stand I at a patch of dry brown grass;gazing at the cream coloured egg of the helmeted guinea fowl

In a little saucer shaped shape in the grey sand.

There is a certain fear that seizes me when the wind wails and moans,weeps and groans high above me

Though I do love the place I frequent many a time.

Submitted: December 18, 2014

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That's too good. You definitely have a way of using words. The lines of the poem were so heart touching. And the story though short, really struck a cord. Great job

Mon, January 5th, 2015 3:30pm


And you took those lines from your own poem. Right? So is this related in a way to you?

Mon, January 5th, 2015 3:32pm


Yes I took those lines from my poem.And yes its related to me a little.

Tue, January 6th, 2015 8:27pm

Raymose josi

This is a work of fiction as you know.But the giant gumtree lot I wrote about does exist and I used to visit begining when I was a teenager till I was twenty three years old.I could say this story is related to me in its setting,but overally its just fiction.I got the whole story finished last year,but I cant put it here right now for I dont have enough time.Besides,I greatly doubt If I wrote a fine story.THANKS NATALAYAEVANS.THANKS FOR READING MY STORY

Wed, January 7th, 2015 4:19am

Raymose josi

and Im still to learn how to publish stories on booksie.

Wed, January 7th, 2015 4:21am

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