In His Arms
A Howl's Moving Castle poem by Jav-chan.
I worry.
Thoughts of him fill my mind, but him I cannot find.
He is out, protecting us, when he should be by my side.
Outside bombs rain down. The sky is like a sea of fire.
The noise of how I hate it.
I peer outside a window. What do I see?
Howl, covered in feathers of midnight blue he flaps hard
Racing toward us.
My heart leaps in my throat when I see what he's trying to stop.
A bomb, disastrous thing! Is heading straight toward us.
"No!" I scream but he cannot hear.
Tears well up, I think, from fear.
I rush to the door, throw it open wide, heedless of the cries of others.
It hits the ground. Debris flies.
I cover my eyes for protection. I open them again and what do I see?
Howl, my dear, beloved Howl
Standing at the bomb's side. He stopped it from erupting.
There he is, in feathers of midnight blue. A pale, human face with dark eyes
Peers out at me. Drops of emerald hand from his ears. His lips were a small smile
But I can see the fear.
I rush to him without hesitation. I jump over crumbled rocks and splintered of wood
Until I have wrapped my arms securely around his waist.
The solidness, the firmness, of his body is enough to relieve me. He is real. This is him!
My Howl.
He hesitates a moment, surprised, I think. Then his arms, softly feathered,
Imitate mine. He wraps them securely around me.
This brings me to the brink of tears again. He press my cheek against his chest
(the feathers tickle me) and cling to him tighter.
A tender smile as he gazes down (though this I cannot see).
He is watching me.
There is a noise behind us. I turn to see.
Sulliman's henchman rise from the ground. Sporting top hats and small overcoats
The sludgy figures advance on us. Howl's face does not, but
In his eyes fear dwells, masked as worry. We head back to the house, his castle.
He guides me much in the same way that he did when we first meet.
His face is calm, his moves not hurried, but I know he fears.
I curse these sludgy men. I don't want to go back inside.
I want to recapture that moment – our arms securely wrapped around each other.
Never had I felt so safe, so content before. No worries filled my mind. Only him.
I want to recapture it.
The moment, that sweet, sweet moment
When I was safe. In his arms.
This poem came to me pretty much in the same manner that my Tokyo Babylon poem did. I was on youtube last night watching the downloaded clips for it. When I went to bed I still had the image that my poem describes in my head, but I was wondering how Sophie would have felt when he returned the embrace. I was still thinking of the same thing when I woke up this morning and thus, "In His Arms" was born. I hope everyone enjoyed. I apologize for the inconsistancy in the rhyming.