It was all she could think about.
The blue was even more vibrant than she remembered, like the ocean on a bright summer day. She was reminded of The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, her grandfather’s favourite poem.He used to recite it to her, his voice tempered with character and emotion, and the last verse always welled tears in his eyes.
He went like one that hath been stunned,
And is of sense forlorn:
A sadder and a wiser man
He rose the morrow morn.
He wasn’t an overly emotional man but he felt a real connection to that mariner – – although she never knew why. When she was young he used to say that he’d sailed the open oceans on that journey, of course now she was older she knew better, but the feeling of being engulfed in wonder as her grandfather told the rime stayed with her forever.
The memory was like a joyous dream. The blue sparkled in the sunlight and, engulfed in the same wonder she felt as a child, she cried a tear of joy and smiled.
I hadn’t written from “642 things to write about” for a while and I managed to surprise myself with this one.
To hear a beautiful reading or read the Rime yourself, links are below
The Rime of the Ancient Mariner – Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Richard Burton reads the Rime of the Ancient Mariner
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