My friend, can you hear?
Are you still there?
The river came and took your shadow
Chilled me to my marrow
That someone can lose a shadow
In water that’s so shallow
But look you here, my dear
I see you beside me, year by year
You are not lost, that’s just my fear
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Oh wow, a very evocative poem.
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My daughter fell into this river when she was 3 yrs old. She ran off a bridge (not this bridge) and so the poem.
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Hugs! Must be terrifying š„¹
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A heart stopping moment. Though the water wasn’t deep, it was running fast with winter thaws, and was jolly cold. And it doesn’t take much depth to drown a child
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Iām glad it was okay. š„°
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l love this Crispina šš
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Thank you. Inspired by personal history
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I totally get that šš
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Ace!
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Thank you. I had to add the last 2 lines to stop it from being prophetic. My daughter has already fallen into that river once, when 3 yrs old
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That must have been a real shock by then.
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Yea. In cold February. I had to slither down the river bank and wade in. She survived. She told me there were fishes in there!
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That’s good
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I got stuck thinking about what it would be like to have a place that collected shadows. Hmmm, you always get me thinking…
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Go for it. Sounds a concept that could be exceptionally dark. Or maybe light
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There’s something folk horror about this one Crispina.
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Yes, I know what you mean. Perhaps because it’s something that has happened at some time in most communities. A child tumbles into the water, doesn’t take much depth for them to drown. Sadly.
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Is your daughter now afraid of water after that incident, Crispina? It must have been quite a shock. Nice take.
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No, not at all. It wasn’t the only water-related incident, either. First time she saw the sea she ran straight in! But she did learn to swim. And a few years back when we got caught out by an incoming tide, it was she who rescued me. Turn and turn alike!
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