Saga
© May 22nd (into the 23rd) 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
It’s always about a quest, isn’t it?
Or a question that begs an answer.
Taking us through lives and lifetimes
And battles and romances, fought and won.
It’s about rings and magic and dreams
From which beasts and dragons emerge
And are transformed or slain.
It’s about honor redeemed,
Valour proven, hearts knits
Or torn asunder by time and space.
We want a saga,
We proclaim loudly,
We clamour for one.
We cannot have enough stories,
What about the story of one who left
Her native country to come far away
With the one she loved, only to find
His oaths of fealty were naught but air?
What did she do? Do you want to know?
Or one, who having come so far
Finds there are a finite number
Of heartbeats left, and she needs
Strength to carry on for her children.
Did her saga carry her through lifetimes,
Between the verdict and the acceptance of it?
What of the friends who pledge their help?
What about he, who upon coming home,
Finds a note saying goodbye
And finds there is no grief, just
A hollow space which had been
Emptying slowly over time?
Will his story continue, or does it end in sorrow?
And what about the parent dying
Unseen, unloved, undesired
All alone in a vast, echoing house,
Where his beloved spouse died,
And he cannot hear himself think
So he talks to the air around him,
Which seems to listen, pressing close,
Like his wife’s body on the bed?
What about the dog, who, abandoned
By his owners, finds an old ruin,
Makes a home, and awaits his slow
Descent into death from disease and starvation,
Only to be found by those who care,
And those whose hearts bind them to
All living, suffering creatures, and who
Build a living being out of the dust?
They deserve no less a name,
For they tell a vast story
Sometimes of love and loss,
Sometimes of death and betrayal,
Sometimes of bad luck,
Sometimes of courage and endurance,
Always the story of finding something,
Someone who will capture their story.
Listen to their stories,
And drink deep of the well
Of their understanding.
Listen well, and fill your cup.
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In response to The Daily Post’ Daily Prompt: Saga