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In Grey Irises

In Grey Irises

A Poem by Elizabeth Fiske
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A poem by Kelsie Stark and me...

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Black feathers fall gently to her skin

Marking the beast on prejudiced bones,

Frail to her hearts contend.

She believes in love,

But where in grey irises

Does lust seem real?

 

The red-eyed beauty

Dances on broken toes as she

Gestures flight with her long arms

Hopeing to begin the worship of the

Dirty past; her love letters sit in

The flames of revival.

 

The simple words she whispers,

Fade like ghosts of faith

From her breath as broken promises.

Her heart is offbeat.

But her words, she repeats.

 

Etched into dirty finger nails

Her insanity drips down her chest.

You left her in pieces,

Scattered still, in the box

Torn apart,

You’ve shown her what the beast inside you

Knows best.

Haven’t you realized the wounds are to deep to heal?

 

Upon the windowpane,

Lies her precious snowflakes:

Dead and obsolete.

She sits, waiting for you to run home

To your hellish games.

Your side splitting lies

Are bound to be left behind.


Ballet flats skin the floor

Of all fears,

Taking small steps

That lead into flight and kicking

Away monsters,

Those of whom followed her into

The darkness of her mind,

Her sanity is so unclear.

 

Regret pours from the hour glass,

Turning time back again

From the smallest of hopes

To the darkest of sin-

Haven’t you learned by now

The salty tears don’t seem to heal all the years…

© 2011 Elizabeth Fiske


Author's Note

Elizabeth Fiske
The lines in bold and italics(except for "Haven't you realized the wounds....") are by me, and all the rest are by Kelsie Stark. Written for a group contest :)

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To me, it's the darkest light,*I meant that entirely as a compliment*, the poetic flow was enticing, hopefully stained by passion in the fuel for something more you're searching for in your life. You opened the door to self-realizations and were not afraid to paint the portrait of every which shade. Nicely done my poetic muse.

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Thank you for posting our piece, it turned out really nice! I'm honored to collabrate a beautiful piece of poetry with you. :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

To me, it's the darkest light,*I meant that entirely as a compliment*, the poetic flow was enticing, hopefully stained by passion in the fuel for something more you're searching for in your life. You opened the door to self-realizations and were not afraid to paint the portrait of every which shade. Nicely done my poetic muse.

Posted 10 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.

This is a great poem.

Posted 10 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.


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Elizabeth Fiske
Elizabeth Fiske

Monroe, NH



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