The Stolen Relic

29 Aug

Summer trickled down my ears,

and slid off my nose. The castle, which was once grand,

now stood in shambles,

an ancient relic, of a world placed in a war of religion and country.

A boy, who spoke fluently in a color of  five languages, was showing us around, for a little price

he did this, he said, for the family. Made some money

by showing tourists, his old stomping grounds of his childhood.

I wondered if his parents were angered that the ruins

would now become an exhibition to all in the world

wondering men and women

curious about the way things were.

But really, we were all here because of curiosity

there was a sort of magic up on that mountain,

the labyrinth of white stone and collapsed grayed walls around us.

I imagined what it must have been like hundreds of years before we stepped here

maybe a barbarian king sat at the slab of what resembled a table,

and all his warriors around him

The great height of beauty in which we stood could never be penetrated,

But after centuries, anything is possible.

I wandered away from the group,

I wanted my own secrets to bring back.

Decay, lizards and birds, insects prowling, overgrown tree’s and bushes,

If I had lived all those years ago, and known this would happen to my home

why I would be–a dismal being.

In a week, I’d be on a plane, thousands of miles away

an ocean between the ruins and I.

So I took something, stole it, I suppose but no one owned this place any longer

so why not take something back as to not forget it.

A heart shaped rock—carved by nature herself,

I held it, close to me, felt its energy in its ancient language.

The hum of animal and wind was all around,

and this would be the relic that I brought back,

to remember that this world is not as it seems.

That night, as the others drank I slept with the rock in my hand.

Dreams of sea, blood, battle, screams, cry’s, laughter, the aroma of herbs

touched me awake. Heart pounding, hand gripped in a fist, I let go of the rock,

–and it was the last time, it ever gave me another vision of the past.

For I think it sensed fear in me,

because the past, is wonderful, it’s beautiful, but I cannot understand it,

It felt as if I was there, as if I lived not in the modern era

but the time where men ran amuck  in this world,

no figmented laws to protect them.

For awhile, I forgot the dream,

Kept the rock hidden.


I found the rock wrapped in cloth, with all my other trinkets

I touched it, and felt no energy, just a smooth surface.

It had been years since the rock was home,

and I wondered if I should bring it back?

Maybe it’s homesick?

maybe it’s lost its energy…

or maybe I simply lost mine.


9 Responses to “The Stolen Relic”

  1. readinpleasure August 29, 2012 at 5:06 pm #

    I can’t seem to find your follow button. (not the one at top of the blog, right hand side) A fine write up.

    • cookie200007 August 29, 2012 at 5:11 pm #

      Thankyou so very much 🙂 Omgosh I dont have one I wonder can I just install it–thanyou for your comments of kindsness and your help with the technical nature of the blog 🙂

      • readinpleasure August 29, 2012 at 5:14 pm #

        Yes, you can. Do go to widgets (on the left hand side of the blog page) and play around till you get it correct. Don’t know all the tech details. 🙂

      • cookie200007 August 29, 2012 at 5:15 pm #

        Ah, okay I shall go through it, thankyouu so much 🙂

  2. Creative Expressions August 29, 2012 at 11:37 pm #

    Beautifully shared…..I like your spark! Thanks for checking out my blog 🙂 until we meet again.

    • cookie200007 August 30, 2012 at 1:25 pm #

      Thankyou so much 🙂 I’ll be reading you up, cheers darling!:)

  3. Kellie Kennedy August 30, 2012 at 2:24 pm #

    Thank you for popping into my blog to read and “like” posts. I will be looking for your posts in the future.

    • cookie200007 August 30, 2012 at 2:46 pm #

      Thankyou Kellie!
      And I really enjoyed your posts, and your perspective! I especially like your olympics post! I’ll be reading more thankyou for stopping by 🙂

      • Kellie Kennedy September 1, 2012 at 8:45 pm #

        Thank you so much for compliments. My posts are very personal feelings of this past year taking care of my father with stage 4 cancer. Memories of good childhood times.

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