I knew a girl with Winter in her heart and in her eyes;
her gaze was made of flypaper.
And when she wept she wrapped her brow in blue,
and sang a hollow tune,
as words that you can hear, but cannot feel.
I knew a girl with Summer on her hair and in her step;
her feet were made of foolishness.
And when she walked she stepped on every crack,
and broke her mother's heart,
as a love that you can taste, but cannot touch.
I knew a girl with Autumn in her lungs and on her breath;
her mouth was made of drought.
And when she spoke an empty sound came out,
and shuddered all around,
as a draft that you can feel, but cannot hear.
I knew a girl with Springtime on her face and in her fingers;
her hands were made of hungriness.
And when she reached she cursed her Midas touch,
but clung, desperate, to its oath
as a feast that you can touch, but cannot taste.
I knew a girl with Time stuck in her head and in her wishes;
her thoughts were made of castles.
And when tide came it swallowed every grain,
and she dissolved to nothing,
as a child who always knows, but never understands.
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Where They MayPoetry
A brief poetry anthology. This collection was a Showcase Finalists in the Atty Awards. Quaternion: "I Knew a Girl with Winter in her Eyes" Ode: "Chicory & Lace" Rhyme Royal: "Le Premier" Nonnet: "When Birds Fly Together" Recueillement: "Overgrow...