Angry River Maiden

In fair and torrid anger she swept past the river bank, ignoring the tearful Daisies, the miserable Buttercups and the forlorn Dandy-lions. Brushing aside all attempts by tree and shrub to slow her, swirling and twisting around worried and idle boats. She ran across empty fields and smothered gardens, oblivious to the heart break she caused.

Thrusting up into the daylight from all manner of hiding places, bubbling in delight at all the new adventures that she had. Carrying away anything that she could pull asunder, yours, mine, care she did not! At each pass of the storm her anger grew, rage and bitterness muddied her usual clear sight. On and On she fumed. Tearing at the harmless grass that would give her a nod on calmer days, ripping at the banks she knew so well. Bursting out into houses and gardens, streets and over pavements she ran.

Higher and higher, faster and faster, there was no stopping her now. She would have her way.....fed by the violence of her lover and feeder. He was to blame....always his carelessness....his spite, dark and brooding, hovering above her....dark malevolence.
His booming voice, the angry flashes and always........always.... the tears.

She lay quietly in the arms of the hurt riverbank, spent at last, sobbing gently......no longer furious, simply tired....becoming sleepy again, like lovers after a fight...... wasted and sorry. If only he would leave her alone for a short while....... but there he was, looming on the horizon again, all blackness, all lashing wind and rain, she, caught in the folds of her home would bare the affront once more......just as we would stand and stare at her chaos....once more.



The River CAM.