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A Little Girl's Song


Still wanting to keep the forum active, here is another one from '82. Prose poem or vignette? I don't know. I don't much care anymore about lit's taxonomy.

A Little Girl’s Song

Sleeping last night I awoke and was awakened. Looking out the window, I saw that the night was washed in a rounding light that dispelled the shadows and opened hiding holes. From over the trees came the moon, growing soft and milky full in her first quarter climb. And from out of the trees I could hear sweet voices like the voices of children singing.

I looked up at the moon and thought I saw, and then was certain, a thousand strands of light in yellow, white, and red reaching out from inside her. Longer and longer they grew until they wound themselves around each other and began spiraling down to earth. They made a loosely knitted path that lit up the night with a golden light coming closer and closer. It was a warm glowing trail, always spiraling in its way, and it stretched until it found the silvery field before the trees. It flowed out through the grass in rivers of honey.

I then could see what I had only heard before. A thousand girls and boys who were all singing, all laughing, all dancing and holding hands. They came out of the trees lightly stepping. They came out to meet the path. And they looked as happy as children always can when dreamy streams flow together to hold them in their sleep.

Then from out of the moon, higher and brighter in the sky, there came a night horse with a lady on his back. Her hair was the mingling colors of the path. Down they both came spiraling around and keeping to their trail. And the children all sang with tones even sweeter, they were beside themselves with joy. And down she came, the lady on her horse, down and around and smoothly down. She kept on coming, holding loose her horse’s mane. She kept on coming until they met the end of the path. There they stopped and stepped onto the ground. And her horse began licking the honey that was running through the grass.

The lady then turned to all the children. Very gently she asked them to be quiet. They stopped in their singing and laid themselves down. Except for some small mischief they were hardly heard. And from where she sat on her horse, to where I was leaning out my window, the lady turned and beckoned me to her. So I climbed out the window and went to where she was. I sat in the grass near the path, the horse, and her. It was when she started speaking, and this is what she said.

“There is a little girl you know who is sleeping far away from here tonight. She is sleeping not so lightly, and she is a little troubled. But I have sent her temple dreams and they are on their way to her now. They will smooth her brows. They will soon be rounding shadows.

“She has come to me before, and I know she is strong like the willow. She is not afraid to sigh. She has no fear of the storm. And she always knows that today is the day for sharing, and that tonight is when she will find herself dancing. And when she is playing with my other children, or when she chases after my animals, she never tries to hurt them, she always lets them be. I know she delights in those who come to me.
“Soon you will see her again and call her by her name. I want you to give her this gift. She will then recall my dream. And even though she cannot hold it, she will have it on the wind. And she will know it comes from me when you press it to her cheek like this.”

That was when the lady from the moon leaned down and touched her cheek to mine. And the Indian odors she gave rose like the sweet rain’s. Then she settled on her horse’s back. She looked to all of her children, and she saw them where they were. She spoke to them in words so soft that it felt like a summer’s night wind cooling through the trees. And her voice had the rhythm of butterfly’s wings beating from flower to flower.

But then her hair started to grow longer, and her path was growing shorter. It was reaching back for inside the moon. And the lady on her horse jumped up onto the path, she began climbing always higher in the sky. The strands of light grew shorter, and the strands of her hair grew longer and longer, until they wound themselves around the lady who disappeared inside the moon.

I looked around to see again the children, those lovely children singing. But all I could see was the silver night, the tall swaying grass, and the tree line as dark as a curtain. The children had all gone down into their sleep beneath the moon’s easy sway.

Tomorrow, my darling, I will be home again. You will have this new and special gift.


Terreson

(The piece's intended audience used to ask for it nightly as her bedtime story. So I guess it's a childrens' story. Were I to publish it I would dedicate it to all parents forced to work or travel away from home. And maybe to all little girls no matter how old they've grown.)

Tere

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Tere,

As I was reading this, I was thinking children's story and picturing illustrations.
The images are striking. Can't believe I missed this one.

Chris
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Thanks for commenting, Chris. I've always seen the piece as welcoming of illustrations. And as a story meant for modern children whose modern, working parents often have to find work far away from home.

Tere
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Hi Tere,

I hadn't read this, so I'm glad Chris bumped it up. I definitely could see this as a fairy tale/picture book for lonely children to help them get to sleep at night.

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And thanks to you, Katfriend. I remember the story coming to me. All in one writing session of less than two hours. Of course, the edits were myriad and over a fifteen year period of time. I could almost convince myself the scene actually occurred the way it is described.

Anybody know of an illustrator?

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Sometimes the dream does not stay, but the gift of the dream is still as sweet.
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And: the story is beautiful indeed.
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