Echo (Beach Suite)

The original version of Echo, titled Lullaby of Corvidae, has been published in All of Me Vol. IV, courtesy of Shadow Spark Publishing.

Listen to Echo by Richard Charles Stevens (Beach Suite)

Listen to Echo Beach by Martha and The Muffins

there were
there were echoes in the halls
as i let go my remorse
there were whispers in the atrium
unbridled as my thoughts
amidst the wild geranium
i favoured nature’s course
as through the fays
with fluent grace
i walked
.
my bare feet barely touched the ground
so carefree was my stride
a rare feat for a deadbeat known to veer off to the side
could scarcely eat the farewell feast
prepared for my arrival
suggesting i had died in the reprisal
.
the comeback trail
stood gaunt and pale
the haunted trees
wore awkward veils
purportedly the autumn gales
had come undone when passing
the steepened breeze
had weakened leaves
that overhung the sullen eaves
and as they dropped
my heart then stopped
at second time of asking
.
the first was at request of fate
revealed to steal my breath away
beneath the sheath
oppressive weight
impressed upon my lung
to designate projected rate
of taint to all possessed estates
i shed every recessive trait
that ever claimed me spun
.
there were corsets on the roses
long divorced from juxtaposing
there were hornets on the petals
midst an open sprawl of nettles
there were corvids in the trees
and my exorbitant unease
displeased the fallen autumn leaves
thus i bid caution sweet release
.
there were
there were
there were echoes in the halls
as i let go my remorse
there were whispers in the atrium
unbridled as my thoughts
amidst the wild geranium
i favoured nature’s course
as through the fays
with fluent grace
i walked
.
i walked
.
the rushing waves were cutting lathes
reprised my scream but nothing came
beneath the raven’s lulling gaze
i bid adieu to culling phase
.
my bare feet barely touched the ground
beneath the most becoming rays
the crushing weight of hunted prey
then swiftly fell away
in numb of pain
i summoned faith
from deep within
uncovered grate
with expectations somewhat great
i simply said remain
.
there were echoes in the crawlspace
of eternity’s refrain
the roses had unfurled
each pearl of oyster shells reclaimed
my bare feet barely touched the ground
so carefree was my stride
could scarcely see the woods for trees
could barely breathe in kind
.
there were corsets on the roses
long divorced from juxtaposing
there were hornets on the petals
midst an open sprawl of nettles
there were corvids in the trees
and my exorbitant unease
displeased the fallen autumn leaves
thus i bid caution sweet release
.
nary one time in my life
had i been sighted blind
aside from the one time that the child inside me died
and my wide eyes cried to breathe him back to life
.
my wide eyes cried to breathe him back to life
.
perceived
perceived
perceived of raven’s lullaby
another place
another time
reprised through everlasting gaze
the child inside survived
.
the rushing waves were cutting lathes
reprised my scream but nothing came
beneath the raven’s lulling gaze
i bid adieu to culling phase
.
there were echoes in the halls
as i let go my remorse
there were whispers in the atrium
unbridled as my thoughts
amidst the wild geranium
i favoured nature’s course
as through the fays
with fluent grace
i walked
.
through the fays
with
through the fays
with
through the fays
with
through the fays
with
through the fays
with fluent grace
i walked
.
my bare feet barely touched the ground
beneath the most becoming rays
the crushing weight of hunted prey
then simply fell away
.
there were echoes in the halls
as i let go my remorse
there were whispers in the atrium
unbridled as my thoughts
amidst the wild geranium
i favoured nature’s course
as through the fays
with fluent grace
i walked
.
through the fays
with
through the fays
with
through the fays
with
through the fays
with
through the fays
with fluent grace
i walked
(repeat to fade)
.

Richard Charles Stevens

Keeper of The Crimson Quill

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