Esmeralda
She felt like a queen with sweet memory and life
nestled in her fortress of lush poetry and light
a place of passion where the world could not go
as she forged on with sweet memories and a
loving novel bestowed
Of tattered pages strewn in moments of flowers and lace
where words came with delicate emotion and could not be replaced
She fought to relive a time when all was fair
just one more moment where her loving song was shared
Upon this solemn silence in hushed light of loving dream
she placed the pen and paper at the edge of life redeemed
~
And on that final day
she came home to be fulfilled
as she lie dying in feathered down
she found him once again..
A framed etching hangs
In the background of a silent traipsing dream
As she waits in preponderance
of words gathered along the way
A basket of flowers lies on the floor
Healing her heart upon a whimsical score
As she waits in loving song
Murmurous words to adorn
Every whim of her love
In beauty is born
Esmeralda
She felt like a queen with sweet memory and life
nestled in her fortress of lush poetry and light
a place of passion where the world could not go
as she forged on with sweet memories and a
loving novel bestowed
Of tattered pages strewn in moments of flowers and lace
where words came with delicate emotion and could not be replaced
She fought to relive a time when all was fair
just one more moment where her loving song was shared
Upon this solemn silence in hushed light of loving dream
she placed the pen and paper at the edge of life redeemed
~
And on that final day
she came home to be fulfilled
as she lie dying in feathered down
she found him once again
For I pry my damnest
Her legs of an oyster
For they do not give way
Thy lacking in moisture
This night of great troubles
It pains me so
My loins are aching
Her pearls glow
A beauty to behold
Her spirit roam free
I have created her cage
A fear she will never love me
To control her is to have her
An immature thought
And that I believed
These urges I have fought
In her presence I seethe
Thy rage boils over
I'm loosing my control
As well as my composure
I feel her in my soul
My body aches with words unheard
For I cannot help it
This fire, it burns
her smile
her youth
her grace
‘Esmeralda’
the mere mention of her name
causes envy with its charm
conjures sweet idyllic musings
free as a butterfly
enchanting and hypnotic
exquisite in every way
the dancing gypsy
‘Esmeralda’
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Submitted on May 8, 2020 for contest BRIAN'S CHOICE 7 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 3RD
Originally posted on July 20, 2019
With Athena's wise courage
and the fierce confidence of Artemis'
The lily pond smiles back at Esmeralda
hypnotizing waterlilies-
beauty so cleansed
the water can't mimic her movements.
The enchanting dark haunts the lively garden-
hidden within a forest,
behind a cottage of green
The wings of an angel mirror the auburn hair,
the array of hydrangeas
mermaid-like white-
flowing violently over the fuzzy water,
effect the loss of gravity.
She floats.
Sits. Waiting-
for the answer to all of her questions,
to know right from wrong,
even though her answer lies in front-
within the gleaming light
that presents itself so delicately on the surface
but hides in a world
far from reality.
Within a book, with twists and plots that never end
and where the fantasy unfolds
only sharing clips from chapters.
The serenity
still,
as though there are no clocks,
no ticking
only moments
creating miracles.
Sarah Casey-Reflection