The Narrative Poem

Away for a While, written by Courtney Olmstead

She sat upon the wet rocks
Hugging her thighs tight to her chest
And resting her chin atop her knees
She felt a splash of water while gazing past the Oceania
And nipples grew hard from the chilling breeze

A minute passed, then three, then six
The sky was blank, a literal Queen Snow White
A seagull landed on the rock beside to rest it's tired wings
She poked Mr. Seagull's beak curiously with one red-nail-polished finger
The seagulls mouth snapped around that finger, and flew away mad
There now sit a girl crying on a rock, beneath Miss Snow White

She walked along the Oceanside
Her toes in the sand, which was cooled without the sun above
"But the sun is my friend," she sang
And she sang, and she sang, and she sang, and she sang
The night fell quick, but no stars came out to play

The tide was thick, swallowing the rock she once sit atop
She danced and waved her arms in the air, an act of freedom
There was two lights disguised as eyes, directed partly at this girl, partly at that sand
A car rolled beside her Seagull bitten hand
A face appeared, a handsome man, and a voice all too familiar
"I want you to come home now, Persephone"