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It Mattered.
———
The prophecy was announced
The one that would turn Sophie into a hero
When I was ten
Sophie had run up to me
she snatched my hand up
and we wondered to our woods,
past that ancient trees,
through the same winding path
She knew everything
That was for sure
when she spoke
you would know she was right
kinda like grown-ups
except
she talked about
Games or knights and dragons
Knowledge that mattered.
“Anyia! We have to play a game!”
“I came up with it in math class and it’s my best idea yet.”
she gestured widely with one hand
Holding mine with the other
Not understanding the rules
That was my favorite part
in that gentle excitement
our game
carried a potential
too fantastic
To be weighed down with reality
When the prophet was announced
She was buzzing
and chattering
I was observing
and admiring
we had heard about it of course
the prophecy
we knew it was going to be announced
that whoever it talked about
would be special
and responsible
a hero
that they
would save the world
it mattered
it mattered of course
in the same way
that the elections mattered
in the ways that the “economy”
and energy shortages mattered
it mattered
That it wouldn’t affect
our castles
the spelling test that Friday
her coming over to build a fort
us drinking lemonade
It wouldn’t change
Her
we would go to the center of town
and they would tell us
who the hero is
and then we would go home
I would read
about impossible adventures
she would explore
coming back with impossible adventures
all of it would matter
so much
and none of it would matter
At all
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I wrote my novel in poetry this year and this was an experpt I was proud of. I hope the irony comes through without me explicity stating what happens after but mabye it doesn't work without context.
Let me know what you think!