
| Harriet and Gregor
Author: CeruleanHeart A narrative poem, believe it or not. Harriet is troubled by something and Gregor tries to help her out. Yeah, random characters, random inspiration, but note: I accidentally put Quinton instead of Gregor on the inside title.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Tragedy - Words: 582 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 01-21-06 - id: 2095261
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Harriet and Quinton
The radiance of yours that has been dimmed
By what, if I may ask
What has done this horrible act to you?
What has broken your vivacious spirit?"
Gregor approached the dimmed star with great
Apprehension, for he feared her quivering lip
Her icy stare
Her everything
Absolutely every element of her was transformed to lead
Weighed down by some unknown force
Could it be the gravity of life sinking in?
Could it be the heartache of this love gone wrong?
Could it be the usual roller coaster of hormones?
Or could it be some alternative force?
An extra pressure that stole away her every laugh
Broke her every smile
Fractured her every word
This force, he decided at once
Was to be combated by him
So
In the most diplomatic and sympathetic gesture he
Could possible muster in such a situation
Gregor reached down
Her jumpy eyes followed
Vacant of all emotion, just confusion left over, constantly rising
In the oven that was her imagination
Gingerly, he placed his hand on hers
He was seated now
So close they were, yet they were universes from understanding each other
Harriet's spiked eyelashes, held up by the bonds of
Sadness, for he was just too kind
Flickered as she silenced the waterfalls that teemed
Beneath her vivid, emerald windows
Taking in the air surrounding her
Abundant in the courage she would need to make her
Reluctant vocal chords function, she began slowly
"Gregor, I do not mean to upset you
I am merely troubled by life's quickened pace
Do not concern yourself with me
A silly little girl in the midst of the transition to womanhood
Leave me now, dear Gregor
For you, of age eighteen, would find no satisfaction with me
A young thing of fifteen
You are bound for university in less than a day
Go, Gregor Thompson, greet your fantastic future
Only wonderful things await you there
Whereas I, tied back by irremovable chains of birth, shall be condemned
To a life with not another
Until my eighteenth, and it shall be then that you and I can be
One
I shall keep my faith
I shall harness my desires
I shall quell my alternative emotions
For you, my love
As for you, move on if you must, Lord knows you shall
Meet many a girl in your experiences
But please, just don't forget your one true love is waiting
Waiting ever so faithfully
Let it be common knowledge to your conscience at this moment"
Her words seemed to cease in mid-sentence, yet she was finished
Letting out a deep sigh, Harriet Quinton stood from the grungy
Brick steps she had been seated upon
Gregor followed her as she glided, grasping his hand now
Across the mosaic of pebbles that composed the very ground they stood upon
Overlooking the rampant waves of the never ending ocean
They stood
They dreamed
They danced
Until the time arrived when Gregor would need to be departing
In the midst of a distant roll of thunder
He broke Harriet Quinton's heart
With a faint kiss on her shivering lips
Pink with gloss, yet it had faded with the passing of the hours
Now it was an eternal tattoo on Gregor Thompson's lips
There forever as a painful reminder of the very love
He was obligated to abandon until a later time
Which never again introduced itself to the two. . .
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