The Snow Goose Monologue
The Snow Goose
Frith:
I skipped along the cobblestone path, the smooth glistening rocks forming a pathway among the menagerie of white houses lined with red brick roofing. My feet carried me onto the crackly grass that was being suffocated by the thin layer of ice. The sky was overcast. I walked to the mucky mossy seawall and clambered upon it. I watched intently as the harsh dreary ocean licked at the wall, leaving behind a trail of dribble that would eventually retreat back to the mouth that it had, once, escaped from. I walked along this wall, the peculiar wind making a mess of my grimy orange tinged hair. A load bang erupted my thinking and I watched as a white creature torpedoed like a bullet from the barrel of a gun. The creature landed …show more content…
When the snow goose, Princess, ventured to the lighthouse Frith would return, dishevelled and wide-eyed. When she came, I taught her many things. We sailed over the rolling waves, the wind carrying us on courageous adventures. We seized wildfowl for the ever-increasing brood, and built new pens and enclosures for them. I taught her the wisdom of every wild bird, gull to gyrfalcon that glided over the marshes. She cooked for me sometimes, and I even taught her how to mix colours, to create lustrous hues unseen by the untrained eye.
Every year when the snow goose returned to its summer home, Frith would return to hers. I noticed that when the snow goose disappeared so did Frith.
One year the bird didn’t return, feeling of unhappiness washed over me, it was if everything was coming to a plummeting decline.
I painted furiously, through the winter and the next summer. Painting was my way of letting my emotions dance, run wild and dangerously. Frith didn’t come, not once, not at all.
In the fall, a familiar melody called out from the sky above. I raced outside to a blossomed white bird that was hovering above the lighthouse. It slowly descended as mysteriously as it had departed.
In pure joy, I sailed to Chelmbury. I left, once again, my message with the unquestioning …show more content…
She will never go away again. The Lost Princess is lost no more. This is her home now- of her own free will.”
Frith:
“Ay, she will stay. She will never go away again. The Lost Princess is lost no more. This is her home now- of her own free will.”
I stared at the bird, her entrancing magic captivating me. I twitched, losing focus. I was frightened. I was frightened by his eyes- of the longing, the loneliness and the deep, welling, unspoken things that lay untouched behind them.
I replayed his last words in my head. “This is her home now-of her own free will.” I looked as his eyes; they carried an unexpressed message, things he could not speak of because of what he felt himself to be, grotesque. I grew more frightened as his silence pursed me. The power of unspoken things bubbled inside me. I realised that I must go, run from things I was yet to understand.
“I-I must go. Good-bye. I be glad the-the Princess will stay. You will not be so alone now.”
I turned swiftly away.
“Good-bye Frith,” the sadness in his voice trailing behind me.
I ran.
When I was far enough away, I dared to turn back and gaze at the dark speck that stood on the
Frith:
I skipped along the cobblestone path, the smooth glistening rocks forming a pathway among the menagerie of white houses lined with red brick roofing. My feet carried me onto the crackly grass that was being suffocated by the thin layer of ice. The sky was overcast. I walked to the mucky mossy seawall and clambered upon it. I watched intently as the harsh dreary ocean licked at the wall, leaving behind a trail of dribble that would eventually retreat back to the mouth that it had, once, escaped from. I walked along this wall, the peculiar wind making a mess of my grimy orange tinged hair. A load bang erupted my thinking and I watched as a white creature torpedoed like a bullet from the barrel of a gun. The creature landed …show more content…
When the snow goose, Princess, ventured to the lighthouse Frith would return, dishevelled and wide-eyed. When she came, I taught her many things. We sailed over the rolling waves, the wind carrying us on courageous adventures. We seized wildfowl for the ever-increasing brood, and built new pens and enclosures for them. I taught her the wisdom of every wild bird, gull to gyrfalcon that glided over the marshes. She cooked for me sometimes, and I even taught her how to mix colours, to create lustrous hues unseen by the untrained eye.
Every year when the snow goose returned to its summer home, Frith would return to hers. I noticed that when the snow goose disappeared so did Frith.
One year the bird didn’t return, feeling of unhappiness washed over me, it was if everything was coming to a plummeting decline.
I painted furiously, through the winter and the next summer. Painting was my way of letting my emotions dance, run wild and dangerously. Frith didn’t come, not once, not at all.
In the fall, a familiar melody called out from the sky above. I raced outside to a blossomed white bird that was hovering above the lighthouse. It slowly descended as mysteriously as it had departed.
In pure joy, I sailed to Chelmbury. I left, once again, my message with the unquestioning …show more content…
She will never go away again. The Lost Princess is lost no more. This is her home now- of her own free will.”
Frith:
“Ay, she will stay. She will never go away again. The Lost Princess is lost no more. This is her home now- of her own free will.”
I stared at the bird, her entrancing magic captivating me. I twitched, losing focus. I was frightened. I was frightened by his eyes- of the longing, the loneliness and the deep, welling, unspoken things that lay untouched behind them.
I replayed his last words in my head. “This is her home now-of her own free will.” I looked as his eyes; they carried an unexpressed message, things he could not speak of because of what he felt himself to be, grotesque. I grew more frightened as his silence pursed me. The power of unspoken things bubbled inside me. I realised that I must go, run from things I was yet to understand.
“I-I must go. Good-bye. I be glad the-the Princess will stay. You will not be so alone now.”
I turned swiftly away.
“Good-bye Frith,” the sadness in his voice trailing behind me.
I ran.
When I was far enough away, I dared to turn back and gaze at the dark speck that stood on the