Creative Writing, January 2016

I wrote this poem on the plane travelling home from Kraków; hope you enjoy it. Feedback is always absolutely welcome!

Eliza

She was Eliza for two weeks: golden-hearted, jumping feet

first into waves of blushed petals turning bruised with

the heat, purple clouds bouncing, rainwater like stained glass

carving her reflection in shallow puddles.

She was Eliza for two weeks, measured daily, the sun itself

shining through fawns’ eyes: strength in numbers, blue

mosaic, lullabies on crystal leaves and water without dark

skies - home in a young boy’s smile every morning.

She was Eliza for two weeks: russet billows spreading, wildfire

sky the whole time even when the sun went down - tears

rolling off limbs and into unexplored places. Flirting with danger

and slow-dancing with the devil, unmasked, in love.

She was Eliza for two weeks, roses entwined in raven hair

and eyes of a raven too: as dark as the souls of

soldiers lying underfoot, bones crunching -  twigs in eye sockets, 

Adam and Eve and a million others turning into smoke.

Thank you for reading!