Gold Brook Covered Bridge, Vermont — Emily’s Cries
by Dawg
Beneath the bone-pale timber, where Gold Brook waters churn,
Emily lingers–her hope a wound, her memory a burn.
Paint peels from the trusses, splinters catch the moon’s white gaze,
in the hush between the trees, the past refuses to erase.
Each step on weathered planks reverberates with dread,
carrying the heartbreak of a girl the living think is dead.
Once a promise was whispered, beneath this wooden arch,
a future carved in kisses, now dissolved in loss.
Night sags under her sorrow, the bridge creaks with her ache,
her name sighs in the rafters, an echo no one can fake.
The river knows her secret, and the shadows tell it well–
a love abandoned, hope abandoned, the perfect stage for hell.
Emily’s apparition flickers at the edge of every light,
a veil of bridal longing, lips parted in endless fright.
The air grows thick with sadness, frost sharpens on the breeze,
each traveler feels her mourning cling close around their knees.
The wind plucks the story–her lament is never done,
a song for broken promises, for everything she’s lost and won.
Timber groans beneath the weight of despair that never ends,
Emily counts the footfalls of strangers who might pretend
that heartache is not heavy, that betrayal can be unlearned–
but under this bridge, every lesson must be earned.
Some swear they’ve seen her drifting, a pale glow in the mist,
her dress a shroud of longing, her face a final tryst.
Cross the span with caution–grief stains the boards,
the air is wet with history, with heartbreak’s jagged chords.
Gold Brook Covered Bridge–a tomb for dreams denied,
where Emily walks forever, with no place left to hide.
The past is never buried, the hurt is never done–
underneath this haunted span, the story’s just begun.