Swansong

A poor ferryman is crossing the quiet river and suddenly she changed into a whirlpool. The swing bridge is in full swing with the east wind and the fading twilight sky looks like a watercolor painting. I can hear the ferryman's whimper who hides at all. A dealer, poor girl's money lending uncle who takes her cunningly to a Manor for housekeeping. I read the ferryman's teary eyes where it stuck the hidden words there. 'Be careful my little red riding hood when sweeping the garden specially under the thorn-bearing trees don't be in barefoot. I am waiting for you my sleeping beauty and whatsoever I promise you to marry in the next equinox'. To the poetess Amanda.Lukas