Rain Poem
grumble in the sky
a tumble of boxes
in the attic of heaven
one of them hits a pipe
and the dark floorboards
give way to a shower
high above
the city pricked with pinpoints
of light
two watch the city
fill with water
an angel steps on a vase
and a girl screams
as the shatter echoes across the city
a low roar of pain follows
and she runs inside
piiipluup…!
her penguin protests,
suffocating
relax, dawn, he says, dripping wet
with an easy smile
it's just a thunderstorm
but she's curled up
underneath her blankets
in an igloo of fabric
shaking like the sky above
it's easy to forget, sometimes
that she's only ten
"I'll…tell you a story," he says lamely.
One sapphire eye peeps out from under the covers. "What kind?"
"Uh…a fairytale."
She scoffs. "I'm not that young."
He waits.
"All right, tell me."
"Okay."
there once was—
it's once a pon a time, ash
okay,
once a pon a time
there was
a truly magical pokémon
two of 'em, actually
a boy and a girl; twins
they could do all sorts of stuff—
turn invisible
look like other pokémon
even look like people
and one of their best abilities
was to see through each other's eyes
how?
listen.
they lived in an ancient city
filled with water, like this one
but the water came from the sea
just like the pokémon
these pokémon spent their time
in an enchanted garden
swooping around trees,
and swimming in the fountains
until one day the girl pokémon
invited a young boy in, a human
she bewitched him in
her golden eyes
pulling illusions like scarves
captivating him,
with the wind in his hair,
and weightless in the water
wet and happy
melting in the summer heat…
On his back, he scoops up Pikachu, and flies him around, as one does a baby. Dawn watches, eyes wide. Pikachu smiles.
the one mistake that the pokémon made
was that the boy was actually
a prince
but he already had a princess
who had eyes, not golden—
but the color of the sea
the same sea that ran through the city
like satin ribbons.
do you know what happened?
—no.
since the prince had lost himself
in the beautiful sea pokémon
he followed her, rescued her
and when her brother was in trouble
he ran off without another thought
leaving his…
brother
to rescue his already-princess
so then what?
it didn't end well
the brother pokémon sacrificed himself
for his sister
and her growing-Juliet love
that's not a good ending.
it wasn't the end.
the prince went back to his princess
but never fully shook himself loose
from the spell of that town
that pokémon
so now, whenever the city is covered in water
he remembers, and wonders,
somewhere,
high above the sleep-lost city
whether his princess remembers too.
that's all.
Dawn sits on the edge of her bed, entranced. "What was the pokémon's name?"
Ash closes his eyes, in a rare moment of stillness. "Latias."
little girl runs around the room
arms spread wide, small feet thumping and leaping
on the carpeted floor
i'm flying! just like Latias
she lets herself go, just 10.
not 14, 10.
Latias, Latias
eyes closed, then open
the purest, darkest blue
captivating, but these eyes are fresh water,
like the rain that pelts the city outside
and his story was about the sea
always had been
always would be
his drop of seawater in the vast ocean
of Alto Mare
.
A/N: I know I'm new to the Pokemon fandom, but my story "Our Mom" has had 69+ hits, and not a single review. If you read this, would you please take a moment to review that? This fandom and Pokemon in general is very dear to me, and I would appreciate some feedback on how well I represent it.
I really have no idea where this...poem/story/thingy came from, and it seems somewhat confused to me, but I thought I would post it anyway. I have considered making a series of "rain poems," and I would appreciate reviewers suggestions on how to go about this.
Thanks!