creative writing

poetry: avalon

(author's note: after rewatching the last episode of bbc merlin for the third time
i sobbed for twenty minutes, then decided to write this poem)

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avalon

the lake unfolded 
across an expanse of haze,
enclosed by towering snow-dusted firs.

its sapphire surface lay undisturbed 
aside from the occasional wrinkle,
stirred on by a timid zephyr.
reflected in its languid waters
was the molten light of a setting sun,
almost consumed by a shroud of fog.

a young man perched at the bank,
his shoulders hunched as his breath 
condensed into icy mist.
although his face seemed as fresh as morning dew,
his soul was as old 
as the lake itself,
every year that burdened his mind 
once held a thousand memories.

the youth watched
as the day's amber gravestone
sank into distant frosted mountains.

sighing, he stared out into the distance,
each ripple of ultramarine
a surge of embryonic hope.
but he had given up on hope 
long ago.

by jessica ji


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