Closed Getting Lost in Words

[Cyrus Thorne]

Cyrus had a free moment and had decided to find a spot to read one of his favorite poetry books, the works of Edgar Allan Poe. He had an old, dogeared copy of it he had grabbed from the bottom of his trunk and he had wandered the castle until he found a good spot tos it down and read for a while The spot he eventually settled on was a sunny windowsill with enough room to sit comfortably, up on the fifth floor. He sat there with a nice view of the grounds and warm sunlight against his side as he immersed himself in the familiar words he loved so much. He settled in as he read the poems he'd read many times before, still marveling at how the words seemed to have a slightly different meaning each time.

 

[Rosalind Montgomery]

Rosalind was excited. Well, she was often excited, but she was especially excited today. She'd been wandering the school's corridors, looking for Cyrus in particular. She'd written a poem, and she was really happy with it. It had taken her nearly all break to get together and it was experimental which meant it was adult and important. Rounding a corner, Rosalind spotted Cyrus and approached. She felt a second spark of excitement at the fact that he was reading Edgar Allan Poe - someone who wrote really cool poems, in her opinion - but put it to the side as she stood in front of Cyrus. "Hey Cyrus! How are you? Did you have a good break?" She was pulling something out of her pocket as she spoke, eager to show what she'd been working on.

 

[Cyrus Thorne]

Cyrus was caught up in his reading and didn't notie Rosalind approaching until she spoke. He held his finger at the part he was at, then looked up at her with a slightly distracted smile. "Oh, hello." He said, happy to see his friend despite the poetry interruption. "My break was good, how was yours?" He asked her politely, though he kind of wanted to go back to his reading.

 

[Rosalind Montgomery]

"Break was good," Rosalind said with a downward inflection. "But I wanted to show you something. I wrote a poem and I'm pretty proud of it," she said proudly, not really recognising that he'd rather continue reading, even though she'd been in a similar situation herself plenty of times. "Do you have time now?" she asked cheerily.

 

[Cyrus Thorne]

Cyrus considered Rosalind a friend, so when she kept on chatting and seemed excited to talk to him, he resigned himself to reading on later. He liked Rosalind, and it was nice that she was seeking him out. As she asked him to read her poem, he felt a bit of hesitation. But he nodded at her question, putting his book to the side. "Of course, it's cool that you've been writing." He said with a smile.

 

[Rosalind Montgomery]

Rosalind grinned, getting her notebook out and flicking to the relevant page. She passed it over eagerly. On its pages read the following:

A teacup - hollow and unused
Chipped once
By careless hands, now sentenced
To sitting pretty

Empty like the sky
Rain all gone
Fallen to nourish
The smell of regret

My breath is borrowed
My shadow
No longer follows me
I am my experiences

Rosalind grinned, eagerly waiting for Cyrus' response. She'd worked hard on it, after all.