Inspiring Drabbles
Loudwater: 1. Loudwater
Drift of rain or drift of snow; trickling down rock, seeping through stone . . . welling as springs into sunlight. Babble over boulders long-rounded by my passage--placid in pools where trout lurk, sharp-eyed for prey--the rushing fall over ledges stubborn to last, steps down towards rushy swan-pools. Far, far to go, carrying news of the land to the Sea.
The Master's foreboding clots and clogs my current. Neat hooves cleave me at the Ford--then foul, foundered feet of black nags. White-maned waves scour my bed clean of their touch, preserving the haven of the Mariner's son.
