visions of a respite
Beneath the light of sun in June, the lake
Simmers like a bubbling stew, its surface
Features a tapestry with shifting hues—
Sapphire merging with Azure, the water
Is kissed beneath the golden sunlight’s gaze
Ripples dance in harmony, the gentle
Breeze whispers secrets, long forgotten, to
Anyone who dares to hear them.
A group of girls recline beneath the shade
Of towering oak, their laughter brings a joyful
Symphony, they bask in dappled shade and
Lay untouched by worries yonder Hogwarts
But amidst the beauty of idyllic
Scenery, the feeling of confinement
Lingers—palpable weight that disappoints
My soul. This school, once sanctuary, now like
A labyrinth of suffocating halls,
Its walls are closing in each passing day,
Time itself seems slow within its confines,
Trapping me in endless cycles of monotony
And overhead, my mark does cast a dreary
Shadow over every moment of
Tranquillity. Its presence constantly
Reminding me of choices that await
And the inevitability of my
Fate, and clouds now darken the horizon,
They threaten to engulf and leave me all
Alone, adrift in seas of uncertainty.
Yet amidst the suffocation of the
Present, flickering in me, hope ignites
A yearning for a something more beyond
The confines of this gilded cage. To break
Free from the chains that bind me, and to soar
Into a boundless world of the unknown.
To feel the wind blow in my hair, and sun
on my face, to breathe intoxicated
Scents of freedom—please, let it fill my lungs
And dance among the stars, untethered by
Earthly constraints, embracing infinite
Possibilities that lie beyond me.
A sudden disruption of playful shouts
Shatters my thoughts, my brother whizzes into view,
Diving on the ground in front of me to
Tackle unsuspecting friends who groan in
Pain—I cannot help but roll my eyes, a
Fleeting smile tugging at the corners
Of my lips.
Such intrusion of exuberance does
Lift the heavy weight of musings, now a
Sense of content fills me and for now
Frustration is preferable to
The dark confines of Grimmauld Place or the
Oppressive shadow of the Dark Lord’s reign.
And so, with quiet sigh of slight relief,
I return to parchment below me, the
Ink flows freely as I pour my thoughts once
More—for in these fleeting moments of respite,
I am content within confines of school,
Surrounded by laughter on this June day.