Mar 2015
Gemma~: Autres Temps, Autres Vertus~~
A young girl, so innocent, so new,
Cheerful and happy in any place,
Sat alone in her room, beneath the argent glow of the moon
And whispered to the jewels that glittered the sky
“I am beautiful, I am me.”
Now that she's older, the world around her has become colder.
As she sits in her bed, beneath the lunar glare,
Silver turns to red,
While she whispers to her familiar jewels
“Am I beautiful, am I me?”
The moons go by, and her jewels remain ever changeless.
This time she stands on a chair, illuminated by the metallic gleam of the moon she held so dear
With one last breath and one last glance, arms wide open, she whispers
“I want to be beautiful, I want to be you,”
And welcomes death.
The moon continued through its phases, and the stars stayed their course.
He sits alone in her room, in the argent glow of the moon
And whispers to her jewels that glitter the sky
*“To me, you were always beautiful, to me you were always you.
There is no one to blame, but the world who ought to hang her head in shame.”
A young girl, so innocent, so new,
Cheerful and happy in any place,
Sat alone in her room, beneath the argent glow of the moon
And whispered to the jewels that glittered the sky
“I am beautiful, I am me.”
Now that she's older, the world around her has become colder.
As she sits in her bed, beneath the lunar glare,
Silver turns to red,
While she whispers to her familiar jewels
“Am I beautiful, am I me?”
The moons go by, and her jewels remain ever changeless.
This time she stands on a chair, illuminated by the metallic gleam of the moon she held so dear
With one last breath and one last glance, arms wide open, she whispers
“I want to be beautiful, I want to be you,”
And welcomes death.
The moon continued through its phases, and the stars stayed their course.
He sits alone in her room, in the argent glow of the moon
And whispers to her jewels that glitter the sky
*“To me, you were always beautiful, to me you were always you.
There is no one to blame, but the world who ought to hang her head in shame.”
~Gem or jewel. On a dark night, this star lives up to its name, sparkling at the forefront of the semi-circle of stars that make up the constellation Corona Borealis. Commonly known as the Northern Crown, it once belonged to Ariadne, princess of Crete and wife of Dionysus.
~~ “Other times, other values.”
I wrote this for a contest for school. The original idea came from a poem I wrote a while back and never published. The parameters for the contest where (for those who are interested): A conversation in the dark, a constellation, start and end in the same place/way, and a phrase in a different language. Hope you all enjoy it, and this is dedicated to all those lives lost. May you rest in peace.
~~ “Other times, other values.”
I wrote this for a contest for school. The original idea came from a poem I wrote a while back and never published. The parameters for the contest where (for those who are interested): A conversation in the dark, a constellation, start and end in the same place/way, and a phrase in a different language. Hope you all enjoy it, and this is dedicated to all those lives lost. May you rest in peace.
