The Mystery Girl

The Mystery Girl

A Poem by LittleMissBluebird

Here stands a mystery girl
With her color washed away
Her face shows no features
For they have all worn away
From the sacrifices she has made

Here stands a mystery girl
In a cold and dessert room
Its walls and floor are white like snow
That falls in the afternoon

Here is a mystery girl
Her fingers clench a bushy paintbrush
The paint collecting at the end
Is a small yet powerful dream

There goes the mystery girl
Her paintbrush held so tight
She then draws with one graceful swipe
A straight and blackened line

Here the mystery girl watches
As the black lines extend into branches
A miracle is taking place
Two eyes appear with ring of the sea
Remarkably on her face

As the line turns into a single tree
More erupt to the right and left
The mystery girl now watches with
A nose, two eyes and a pair of lips

Now color and leaves paint the trees
And as well as the mystery girl's skin
Her hair spirals down in a graceful manner
As brown and as curly as can be

Here stands a mystery girl
In a painting that is finally done
Of a forest with birds and a light spring breeze
Its leaves shimmer like the sun

Here stands a mystery girl
Whose emotions and identity is now clear
Of a girl I know now very well
And that one girl is me

© 2013 LittleMissBluebird


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LittleMissBluebird
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That. was. SO. BLOODY. BRILLIANT!!! Really good imagery and nice symbolism...very nice! Great work, Hannah Banana! X)

Posted 9 Years Ago



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