and so time passes, slow

by reminiscent-afterthought

While it was in her domain, it was nothing more than spring-water without a ripple of movement to behold.

A/N: Written for the Diversity Writing Challenge, Section A prompt 7 – write a poem between 50 and 99 words.

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and so time passes, slow

and so time passes, slow
as it was without a form, meandering
between the gates where it flowed,
like a fluid yet unshaped, uncoloured

and when she slips a key into the door
and opens it, the time flies, changing shape,
becoming something she can watch, and feel move

until it passes away from her, no longer time
and time is once again in her domain:
a stagnant spring waiting, once again
to flow