An abstract poem, written for the Stratified Agate Competition on HPFC. Prompt: write an abstract (highly metaphorical) poem about your pairing (in my case, Ron/Hermione). This is my first abstract poem, so judge kindly, general audience! ;)


he greets me by a bathtub overflown

appearing from naught that's his forte

we've two kin to cradle

and a home to create

from the memories of the spirits

that left without a word

when did we cry? everyday

our faucets turned on and there

was nothing to say

for our memories then dictated

all of our exploits

the race to end his reign

the trials of his games

but with meaningful words

we've hid our minds from woe

we've two kin to cradle

in a world of our own making

and he helps me forget

wipe the clean slate and

begin anew

so I'm ever fond of his arrival.