Summary: Penname: callmehermione
House: Ravenclaw
Challenge: Poetry Challenge #1
Summary: Ginny remembers, vividly, the night Dumbledore died, when she wasn't there for her Headmaster or for Harry. Now everyone is gone, and Ginny is left alone with her regret with no one in whom she can confide. She has to discover the nature of guilt in order to ease her conscience, and a night in the rain provides the perfect opportunity.
Categories: Poetry,
Dark/Angsty Fics Characters: None
Warnings: None
Challenges: Series: None
Chapters: 1
Completed: Yes
Word count: 399
Read: 1773
Published: 05/01/06
Updated: 05/01/06
1. One Stormy Night by callmehermione
One Stormy Night by callmehermione
Author's Notes:
I hope you enjoyed and weren't confused by the Sestina style! Let me know if you liked it or have any questions. And I'd like to thank my Beta, wishiwereaweasley, for her endless support and help. She's just generally wonderful!
She breathed the thick air, shaking pools
forming in her eyes. Her lashes met, and the pool dripped.
Enveloped in loneliness, she waited, her mind muddled and unclear.
She knew what she wanted, knew it especially when the pounding
on her door ceased, the questioning stopped, and she sat and watched the rain
falling, careening to the ground in a violent waterfall.
She closed her eyes, rose to her feet, stood: a waterfall
of sadness and tears wrapped her, gathering at her feet in a pool.
She tiptoed through the empty house to reach the rain
outside. The nighttime was shrouded in mist, a dripping
chill surrounding the house. She felt the steady pounding
of her heart in her chest, and nothing anymore was clear.
Guilt: haunting, piercing guilt, never completely clear,
invaded her dreams and bombarded her in a waterfall
of endless frustration. She could still recall the pounding
footsteps, rushing upward and away from her as her pool
of hopelessness closed in around her, only beginning to drip
away when he ran past them, drenched in sorrowful rain.
Where, now, was she to go, where could she turn in this unyielding rain?
No one, no one could explain, no one could make clear
just what her own helplessness had done to their friend. Her reserve dripped
away, her confusion unleashing her tears at last, a waterfall
to rival the misty, tiresome rain uselessly pooled
at her feet. She could only succumb to the pounding.
Why did she have to have an explanation? The pounding
of her thoughts, the demand of their conscience, the rain
of self-criticism, which wouldn’t do anything but pool
in her senses? It was all becoming clearer,
if only little by little. It hit her in a waterfall,
in a tide of realization, her unsure feelings a mere drip.
The past, she knew, is no more than a steady drip,
falling continuously, losing itself to the pounding
of the wave of the endless spray of the waterfall
that is life. As the past falls away from us like rain,
the reasons we have for regret are no longer clear.
We must move on, not dwell on our helplessness, lest it pool.
She watched the rain as it pooled
around her, her waterfall of sadness slowing to a gentle drip
of acceptance, as her past became clear and so eased her soul’s pounding.
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