girlrinth

girlrinth Apr 2020

The Golden
Gate Bridge
is a harp.

It’s one
for a giant.

Yet the harp has
never been played.

If it would the
sound would shine.

Everyone would
hear it all
over the world.

The bridges ropes
turning to a line of
raindrops though.

Rush hour
would agree.

The fish long
to be free.

The butterflies
are blind.

Stars fly through
like sand.

Trees reaching
towards it.

Yet no one
hears the pulse
of a promise.

girlrinth Mar 2020

Crossing Over

She was doing
intricate footwork on her figure
skates behind bars.

Her whole
audience had their
eyes closed.

She conducted their
hearts with her hands.

Her hair flew
like music notes as
she did an axel.

Her figure skates
were like violins.

Her blades were
like the bow.

A lullaby sleep
walked on her tongue.

Her layback spin
was like a tuba scratching
roses into the ice.

Her spiral sailed
through the rink
like a guitar.

She gave you
a feeling like her program
was never ending.

girlrinth Mar 2020

Narcissus

Narcissus stared
at his reflection.

Everyone waited
for him to fall in.

He was bruised
all over but it
was internal.

Everyone thought
he was handsome.

They thought this
is why he stared.

Yet no one ever
cared to ask him.

He wasn’t content
because all that was
beautiful inside slept.

He was about
to fall but the water
turned to ice.

Yet he still
wouldn’t leave.

One day he
was old and gray
in the spring.

An axe flew up
from the water.

It tapped him
gently on the head.

Suddenly he was
aware of all that
he was looking for.

The spell was broken.

girlrinth Mar 2020

Bath water

The octopus with
rosebud eyes.
Sparklers shooting
through its pores.
A head with an
opening like an iris.
You move each
tentacle against the
wave like it’s a harp.
You threaten to
turn into fish scales.
You stand
on your head.
So when I fly by.
You look like a sea star.
The waves try
not to open you
like an umbrella.
I sit trying
not to throw out
my philosophy
with the bath water.

girlrinth Mar 2020

Bizarre Warning

The Eiffel Tower
was like the
hilt of a sword.

There was
no blade.

Yet there was a
volcano underneath.

The little girl
warned everyone.

She said it might
not go off.

Yet maybe
someday it will.

She wanted peace
to increase.

Yet no one
believed her.

A tear on the spike
of an eyelash.

She pickled her
patience as she waited.

Everyday the Eiffel
Tower got taller.

She pillaged
their apathy

Sooner or later
she shut her mouth.

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girlrinth Mar 2020

Turn around

A rose in
a dandelion of water.

A fairy sleeping in
the handle of a tea cup.

Her straw hat casting
rain drop shadows.

She tosses and turns
like she’s in a hammock.

She frowns with her
aurora borealis hair.

Her dress of tv static
blows in the wind.

The tablecloth of armor
claps as you sit down.

Inspirational quotes written
in blue on the tea cup.

She has never read them.

You can’t read them either.

girlrinth Mar 2020

Pond pathway

A figure skater
in a daffodil tutu
dipped in dawn!

She is on
top of big lily pad.

She tries to do
an axel off of it.

She sinks down
like an anchor.

Her figure skates
magically disappear.

Her hair
claws the water.

She dives to
the sun underneath
the pond.

She becomes
a snowflake trapped
beneath the surface.

Her eyes
are hummingbirds.

All the trees
fall since she left.