*This poem is inspired by my series’ protagonist, Riparia Dellbane. It touches on her origins…
A child of the riverbank, of the river,
the Sentinel, it was called.
In a child’s mind there was no time,
but time there was to learn to climb
—and so she did,
scaling the rock along the water’s edge.
Learning to dream, and dreaming,
a current moving in time.
Seeing the world, not as it was,
but as it was before the past was dust,
and that was in the beginning,
long before she’d ventured forth.
She set her fingers in the water’s flow
—a river in her hand—
the water, it’d been places she’d yet to see,
was going places she longed to be.
“Let me show you,” the river whispered,
and one day—it did.
©January 2018, Christina Anne Hawthorne