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Come Follow
Waves of blossoming colors, blooming into boldest black, Blended together as pastels, by the powder Moon’s track.
A figure standing in the dark, a wink of light behind,
Trees reaching with fingers of bark, one etches down their spine.
An intake of breath, the cloudy creeping murmur of a sound. Was that the veins inside their head, or the pound of a heart held It beats to the rhythm of a bug, the clack of a clicker’s quiet snap. Or was that the death of a branch, the first step of a chosen trap?
Flowers hide like children, petals blanketing pollen heads.
They are paled by the Moon’s light, glowing translucent pink and Pines bleed a bitter sap, Wind speaks to Sky with words of white, It greets the black with a shrill laugh, the language of the night.
The figure covers ears, bends down and begs for it to cease. Wind continues east, down trails of aborigines,
Twisting trees and crisping plants, a brimstone bid to run, ‘Come follow,’ Wind calls to them, ‘Come follow broken one.’
‘I would rather not’, the figure whispers from their knees, Hands grazing chilly grounds of sharp thorns, pricking leaves. With Wind’s velvet hush, they rise up in a chill,
Terror from a silent touch,Wind speaks ‘But it’s your will.’
bound?
red.
The Jacket
You’re etched so deeply into this thread
It’s like a stain that refuses to wash out.
No matter how hard I try to block my senses you’re still here
In the jacket that you put around my shoulders on a chilly day in July, The soft cotton infused with the scent of your subtle self
As we walked around the corners of our minds
that were cracks in the sidewalk,
The rock you kicked sending dust into the air
That covered the jacket in particles of your thoughts,
Mixed so perfectly with the burn of the cologne you’d wear for me. I lay in bed with the fabric pressed up against my nose,
Down my chest to my stomach,
holding it close like it was you,
Taking in the lilac of a summer days sigh,
The heat of the moment leaving the jacket on the bench of a park, Watching as we held hands a first time on the tier of a tower,
Feeling on top of the world.
A ruler of the inexplicable feelings of ignited hearts,
I lay my head on your shoulder and took you in
returning home to release the memories
onto the jacket I got two weeks before,
Falling asleep to the thoughts of your candy lips and cinnamon smile,
The sharpness of who you were.
And now I can remember those nights when I was afraid
Of thinking too much and talking too little,
Drops of myself falling onto the fabric as your voice spoke into my ear,
Far away yet so clear and close that I could nearly wrap your warmth around me,
Pressed against my cheek as I let it absorb the sadness
To a distant smell of the sweetness of your heart.
I remember those nights now, as I sit to have another,
The twinkle in my eye matching yours in the stars.
I see your eyes in everyday, smell your being in the breeze
And wait for that day when I have to let you go,
The smell of you finally leaving to travel along the wind.
Bridget Mysliwiec ‘17
The figure follows shy, Wind behind a fallen spirit,
To the Moon is lifted, breath of life and strength to inherent.
Do not give into fear lost one, for fear will feed the flame,
That burn the trees and fawn, just shush and let the Wind take blame.
Bridget Mysliwiec ‘17
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