A/N: Written for the Freeverse Frenzy Competition, poem 6, for the Pairing Set Bootcamp, pairing 6 – Hannah/Neville, for the If You Dare Challenge, prompt 74 - Quicksand.
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6. His Garden Bed
It's a pretty little trap
and she can't help the fact
that she's gotten a foot of hers stuck
and can't come out again
And he's kindly offering a hand –
because he remembers all those times
where he's been stuck as well –
and she's taking it with a beam...
And then they've both fallen clumsily
into a garden bed, still littered
with that old sand
and she's brushing it off
but he's keeping it and she stops
She hesitates: the sand still feels uncomfortable
beneath her feet, but his flower-bed so sweet
Then she laughs and tosses caution to the wind
because the grains of time have run thin;
her sandals are clogged, but she no longer cares
what fills them, what pretty little trap still cling
to them, because she's grasping those bendy
strong stalks with both hands now
And he's helping her up
and out.