October 2018 archive

Katie & Fenrir

Nobody. Nobody. Nobody. Nobody has ever been able to chain down Fenrir. Nobody has ever been able to get within 10 meters of Fenrir. Nobody has even been able to step into Fenrir’s treacherous cave. Not necessarily because Fenrir ended them but something much simpler. Fear. Fear is what held people from entering the cave. Fear is what stopped them from taming the beast. But I was somebody. And I was determined. Fenrir, the ferocious. Fenrir, the slaughterer. Fenrir, every brave man’s doom. Here I come.

 

   The sky’s normal bright hue seemed to dim and cower as I neared the Fenrir’s cave. The sun suddenly dashed across the sky and disappeared feeling Fenrir’s presence. But I, would not cower; would not hide. For fenrir wasn’t as bad as he seemed. I hoped. What had happened to Fenrir? We had been such good friends as children, like brothers. I wondered some more as I trekked across the cracked dry earth, avoiding stepping on the spots where the underworld reached up and tried to grasp onto life. Life. I wish I would make it out of here alive. With a life to keep living. It was as simple as that. Get in. Chain Fenrir. Get out.

 

The cave had a musty clammy smell. And it was eerily silent except for the clanking of the heavy chains in my dirtied hands. I was not receiving  good vibes from this dark cave. Especially from the corner. That far corner where all of a sudden a deep rumbling, tumbling racket arose from. Then there he was. He hadn’t changed one bit. I broke into a sprint. “Fenrir! Fenrir!” I called his name and he turned. But it was not Fenrir. At least not the one I remembered. His eyes ran cold with red sparks that I had never seen before, and sent shivers down my back. I trembled and put my hand up hoping he would take mercy on me. “Please, Fenrir,” I pleaded. But he would not listen; would not look at me. I didn’t have any time to think, as Fenrir’s bone snapping jaws encased my quivering body. I’m somebody, I’m somebody I’m somebody, I thought over and over and over. But Fenrir’s eyes disagreed. He chomped down. Hard. I’m nobody. I realized as I sunk through the cracks into the underworld, joining the other stubborn humans who thought they were anybody.

 

But I would be back, for I was certain that I was a somebody.

 

Wasn’t I?

Living Among the Books at the Library

Living among the books at the library.

Swimming about in your own little sea.

With those big wandering eyes,

You stare back at me.

 

When those big library doors swoosh open,

My imagination runs wild.

There’s nothing that will stop me

As I set off with a smile.

 

I’d sprint and run with all my might,

until you come into view.

Taking a right past the front desk,

where your ginormous aquarium loomed.

 

The tank stretching up to the ceiling,

and reaching out to the corners of the wall.

Home to thousands of vibrant fish,

I always attempt to count you all.

 

Darting here and darting there

I’d stand with my nose to the glass.

Scouting you out behind the monstrous rocks,

And peering through the plastic grass.

 

I’d sit on the cold, smooth black marble ledge

And grin from ear to ear.

Sitting among the fish at the library,

I was content and satisfied here.

 

Like when your favorite song comes on

or finding free WiFi.

Watching those glistening fish,

makes you light up a little inside.

 

To you I’m just a foreign creature

that visits you every now and then.

But you have no idea how much you mean to me,

And how I wish to see you time and time again.

 

 

Author’s Note:

My poem is about a library fish tank at the Cupertino Library in California. I loved going to that library not only because I loved to read, but because they had the most amazing fish tank. When I was little I would sit on the little ledge and watch the fish. It is one of my happiest memories.