The Grindylow

The Grindylow

A Poem by David Lewis Paget

The brook at the end of the garden
Would gurgle and gush through the weeds,
Would ripple and plash in the morning sun
Like a spirit with spiritual needs,
I’d play as a child with my paper boats
As they twisted and twirled on the stream,
Not knowing the danger my sister faced
As she paddled barefoot in a dream.

For under the water and in the weeds
Was the face of a Grindylow,
He’d stare long up at my sister’s legs
From his weedbed, down below,
I should have known and I should have warned
If I’d known he lay down there,
Ruling the brook from his silver throne
But I didn’t, I declare.

I didn’t then, till I saw one day
His face in the willow shade,
Reflected up on the water course
Like a shadow God had made,
He wore a sinister smile that turned
The edge of his mouth to scorn,
And eyes that pierced as Deirdre passed
Her legs quite bare at the dawn.

I said, ‘You walked by the river god
And he stared right up your skirt,’
But Deirdre frowned, stared at the ground
I thought that she must feel hurt.
She kept on paddling in the brook
Walked out by the willow tree,
And two long arms then pulled her down
Rose out of the brook, by me.

I hadn’t the time to scream or cry
Her hair went into the brook,
Quick as a wink, she made no sound
I dashed to the tree to look,
And though the water was inches deep
Its depth had taken the girl,
Down through the weeds where the Dryads weep
With the water starting to whirl.

The brook still bubbles and gurgles there
Will ripple and plash in the weeds,
But I won’t go where I know below
My sister lies in the reeds,
She must have married the Grindylow
For she never came back to see,
If I was there in the morning air,
If anything happened to me.

David Lewis Paget

© 2016 David Lewis Paget


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Very well done. A bit of horror in a lovely pattern. Good rhyming and meter. A good write.

Posted 4 Years Ago


The perfection of horror and beauty, you are trying to capture my heart, and it's working! well done, good read.

Posted 4 Years Ago


This would make a gory short story for the kids around here. They are all reading books with characters like this one. Good scary write. Valentine

Posted 4 Years Ago


A story which retains beauty and horror in equal measure. Quite reminiscent of life. Your stories unfold like fairytale and hit hard in the gut like reality. I have been away on a drama project, so I must apologize for not being regular to your poems. But my love for your work remains the same.

Posted 4 Years Ago


A amazing tale my friend. I like your tales of nature and life. Always leave me wishing to know and read more. The Grindylow. Did he find peace? Thank you David for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

Posted 4 Years Ago



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Added on September 20, 2016
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Tags: brook, dryad, weedbed, danger

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David Lewis Paget
David Lewis Paget

Moonta, South Australia, Australia



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