The Compass Cricket

Gilkey Girls

There was a path she followed into the rising sun. A compass, sure and steady, marked the way that she should run. A cricket as her inner voice was something she would need. It sang of dangers, odds, and triumphs, the signs that she should heed. Her dragonfly keyed open doors and lit the path so well; with mother love and eyes of God, her soul rang like a bell; its whirling wings gave rhythm to a history of sweet sorrow; A fortune cookie winked at fate; a kiss for love’s tomorrow. She tucked them all within her heart as she traveled always sunward Through bumps and dips and swerves and curves only courage flowered. And then one day, the compass turned, true north no longer true Her dragon’s wings, still and heavy, leaden they withdrew beneath the compass as it fell, to water, blue with shadows. The cricket’s voice sang sharp and sad, of wildly spinning arrows. Fate’s good fortune cracked and crushed, love’s promise turned to stone The path unmarked, the sun eclipsed, she found herself alone. The choice she made, to fly unfettered, brought her to her knees She needed history, loss, and grief, to sail uncharted seas. And so her cricket, set to work, emboldened by her fears And built a craft of scars and wishes, yearning, and her tears. She travels still, though now less certain, and never fully careless She sails the seas both rough and smooth, hands firm upon the compass Good fortune is a breeze of salt, and brilliant stars at night, The history of her journey and the heartbreak of her flight; For if it hadn’t fallen all to ruin at her feet She would not know the cadence of hope’s winged and fearless beat. Her weather eye is practiced, and she hears each distant bell; Her cricket tucked within her soul, her dragonfly as well. Their memories will guide her as she faces gray or blue and all the way, all the way, love will lead her through. Written by Geralyn Macklin

Entry Details
  • Art form: 2-D
  • Depth: 2 inches
  • Medium: Ink on paper
  • Width: 3 feet
  • Year created: 2015
  • Height: 4 feet

About Gilkey Girls

My name is Geralyn Macklin. It has been an honor and a challenge to put words to Maggie's beautiful vision of how to make a life. I teach the fierce fourth graders of Room 123 by day, and pretend to be a grownup by night. My husband and I helped each other raise 5 kids and they're all out there tryin' hard, just like we taught 'em. I'm Maggie Flynn. Geri's words are the stitching that hold together this picture quilt. Her nimble way with words always amazes me . It's my hope and vision that all children learn to listen and trust their chirping cricket to help guide them through this life.