SMILE:
“Oh look, the baby wants to hold my hand!”
Cries Saku, as the tiny fingers close
Around his thumb. The little hand is strong.
For a baby, strangely so. He shivers, once.
But all seems well: a perfect little girl.
Her hair is silver, her sharp eyes are grey,
The grey of stormclouds. Strange, he thinks, how much,
Her slender form reminds him of a blade.
What is he thinking? She is just a babe!
But somewhere in the hollows of his mind
Some voice cries out, some knowledge must be seen.
What name would fit such an uncanny child?
And suddenly he knows. He knows and Sees.
She is the First. The magic that he feels
Flowing through fire and water, earth and air,
Now flows in life, in human flesh and bone.
Her name is Ensi. First in a long, long while
To live in magic. His first and only child,
She may yet save them all! Her fingers loosen.
He looks into her eyes. They share a smile.
My piece for ‘Smile’. Saku understands Ensi. Her name means ‘First’.
