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Love Unrequited

The gentle swish of rocks fell slow,

An echo of sound through rocks below,

A sky blue sight with a ripple of green,

Fractured by light held in-between.

 

Far distant land in shadow afar,

Soon to be lit by benevolent star,

Form of land shaped by the light,

Joined by shadows given by night.

 

Musing thoughts meander through,

The misty touch of broken blue,

A caress unbroken by turning head,

Nor wisps of floating, fiery red.

 

A grip unknown held tight and fast,

Through life so long, future, past,

Caress or crush is same of old,

A story of life both bright and bold.

 

Distance felt across sea and soul,

Wishng desperate to be whole,

One piece for him in days of cold,

A silent blessing, never told.

 

A step away from the hanging edge,

Away from the pull of a lover’s pledge,

Within the trees, full of past emotion,

A memory of past devotion.

 

For alone with summers past again,

Leaves now gold for winter yen,

Amidst the leaves of Lover’s Knot,

The gentle touch of a forget-me-not.

 

 


My World

This poem’s a little bit different again to the others. This is a little bit about art, a little bit about family, a little bit of a history and a little bit about the sea. This poem, in particular, as a story behind it, kind of.

It’s actually closer to a freezeframe of someone’s life. Imagine the persona as a woman who talks to herself when she’s lonely, on top of a cliff painting-a common pastime for a woman in the regency era. Then imagine she’s on holiday with her sister, her sister’s husband and their daughter.

The woman is painting their house, the sea which is its background and you can begin to see how lonely this poor woman is-hiding in her art, desperate to claim something for her own and for a family-you can begin to understand the depth and the story behind this poem.

My World

Lines can form, like ink they flow,

Curves appear wherever they go,

Loose and free, they come from me,

As strong and bold as a honey bee,

Or clean and clear as a dragonfly’s wing,

Or beautiful as the sirens who sing,

Loosely drawn with a tranquil soul,

Now stop and place aside the coal,

Colours swept across the sky,

Green and blue for the seagull’s cry,

Purple and green and blue for the sea,

Gold for the sun, gold for she,

Now take up the coal, once more for me,

And sign your name on it for thee,

See what’s left, it’s a masterpiece,

A painting of the home of your sister, your niece,

Now close your eyes and hear the tide,

Entranced, the weeds sway side-to-side,

Open your eyes and see your world,

The one with the lines and colours swirled,

Feel in your heart what you have made,

The deepest joy that’ll never fade.

This poem is also meant to give you a general look at how a few women during this time were tired of being dependant and fought desperately for just a little independence (in this case-her art). It’s been written to suggest that independence is and always has been unbelievably important.

My World has also been written in a way that you can create your own ending for the story. For example, perhaps the woman retreats back to the house and plays with her niece, hugs her sister… or perhaps there is a different ending…

It’s up to you to decide how to interpret this poem and there are infinite ways in which to do  so and that is what makes this poem just a little bit different.


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