Down, down, down the coin fell, clinking against the walls of the well.
Down, down, down the coin fell, ‘til it landed with a sploosh at the bottom of the well.
Down, down, down the girl looked, to see where it landed in the dark of the well.
Down, down, down, but she couldn’t see a thing as she leaned far over the mossy stones.
Down, down, down the gray chips fell that she dislodged, plinking to join the coin at the end of the well.
Down, down, down, and not a thing could she see, not a stone, not her coin, not a whisper in the depths of the well.
Down, down, down, she wished, leaning, leaning, yearning, yearning for her place, that wish in the well.
Well, she never found it, that wish, her coin, that coin, her wish.
Down, down, down beyond the dark water of the well.
Down, down, down. Down, down, down.
By Isabela Pap ‘24, Creative Writing Editor
