Zoe was born with a veil over her eyes
bursts of twilight dance within,
she sings songs that lull the fiercest beast,
her visions doused in memories best forgotten,
naughty secrets spill like grandma's tea.
deep within is the conviction that she is holy
unto herself, not because of an untouchable entity.
the sweet times she finds Joy
Zoe wakes up gowned in the pale stars
she reclaimed from her father, the night
in a previous lifetime.
me
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This is very cool. I really like the line about secrets spilling like grandma's tea. You have some strong, effective images here. I liked it.
ReplyDeleteThis is quite a character study!
ReplyDeleteDelightful
ReplyDeletefascinating...some cool magic straight for the start...the omen or symbolism of the veiled eyes...what cool imagery to close on as well dressed in stars....
ReplyDeleteHeidi: hi there! this poem was so fun to write and imagine.
ReplyDeletethank you. super thanks for the "cool".
mary: yep!
ReplyDeletesheliagh: thank you.
ReplyDeletebrain: hi you. thanks so much for your careful read and very good critique of my poetry :}.
ReplyDelete...naughty secrets spill like grandma's tea...
ReplyDeleteI especially like that line.
bursts of twilight dance within,
ReplyDeleteshe sings songs that lull the fiercest beast,
This reminds me so much of my daughter. I love the way you have insight to other people - obviously people that you love and treasure so deeply.
You sketched the plot brilliantly ... loved the vivid imagery !!!
ReplyDeletelaurie: hi! thank you.
ReplyDeleterebeka: hi. thank you. I wrote this poem with
ReplyDeletea neighbor girl in mind. your daughter must have a beautiful spirit as zoe does.
She definitely does, as must Zoe. :)
Deletegreeny hi and thank you for your comments.
ReplyDeleteWow, I feel like this line: "reclaimed from her father, the night," is so impactful. It draws to a thesis the poem as a whole -- Zoe knows, despite all the silly invented myths and dogmas that humans occupy themselves with, that her real self is pure. And everything else is bullshit.
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed this portrait of Zoe,,,one of my favourite lines is
ReplyDelete"naughty secrets spill like grandma's tea." You brought her to life,,,:-)
Zoe means life itself..if i remember my names..and here she is claiming her life..both grounded and ethereal..
ReplyDeletecammila: hi. love the way you get the heart of each poem. thank you for your insight.
ReplyDeletejae: yes. grounded and ethereal, the two facets of zoe, combine to make her an original. thank you!
ReplyDeleteellecee: hey there. this poem just came to
ReplyDeletelife, honoring her muse Zoe. thank you.