Friday, April 19, 2024 | By: Chele Jones Photography
OCSA CREATIVE WRITING | Class of 2025
Blue marbles in her sockets
matching the tone of her robe
and the tinting of her wings -
Sunshine clearing the fog,
solar eclipse beams down
on all of your gleaming smiles,
bright-eyed like you once were
with ice cream dripping down your chin;
sweatshirt catching all the sprinkles
at the zoo in your open-toed sandals.
She sees you now, hoping the new
blooms will boost your mood.
Frogs croaking down in her creek,
pixie dust twinkling like stars
in the navy night sky.
Tonight she’ll rest on her bed of petals.
The nectar, sweet -
on the ink-printed papers.
Who she is - - who she’s always been,
is someone you might only remember
if you have the capacity to imagine.
Lilypad, she smiles at the sunrise.
Her margaritas are made from
the crushed pollen of daisies;
lemon zest to you.
Everything is more magical to her.
Defenestrating pebbles when she’s trapped,
trying to reason with you
in urban, skyscraper castles.
The trees call her back to them -
When you grow, move to cities,
you become that old, dry riverbed;
you don’t live in the palaces
that you once dreamed of…
she is who you used to be.
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