Frogs Unchained



The river is lower than I've ever seen it. A stretch of unexplored stone and tree root lands in my lap like free tickets. I'm gone before I've realized I'm going to go. I see tadpoles and shout about it. I see the river fall deep from the mud and stone shore. There's a world down there. I'm almost struck to stone by it, till the breeze and the shake of a wet dog break that spell. Sun light falls on a length of old chain. It takes my historical fancy. I pull myself up the bank of nettles under the barbed wire, declaring: 'a piece of the chain bridge,' before admitting: 'in my mind, at least.'
It does have that look about it. Mr admires it and we leave it in situ, for it belongs there and some things need leaving be.
There are more tadpoles in the stream.
'The ones in the river must have washed down,' Mr observes.
'They're thriving,' I decide. There's not a nettle sting on me. Under the trees we walk, and the birds sing loud.



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  1. Geo.4 June 2013 at 00:57

    Sometimes your descriptions are more vivid than scenes I've encountered personally. This one of them. Could the chain have been cast off by subdued waters seeking the freedom of the sea?

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  2. Lisa Southard6 June 2013 at 23:47

    These waters are in search of something, always moving, and yet form something permanent. Fascinating river! I don't think it's ever subdued, just vastly curious. And that first sentence is the best endorsement ever! :-)

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