Iris Amelia: Thoughts, et cetra

I know I’m supposed to be drawing my life, but the weather this evening was pretty nice. Finally got some poetry out of me. Untitled, for now.

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Blissful, crystal air
That glides across my arms like a swan about to leap up,
Up into the air
Cool and crisp and there,
Embracing me after a long and weary absence;
It is finally autumn and I can sense
The leaves teasing the blades below my feet,
Adding the crunch to my step, pooling together,
And I soon remember those miniature towers I’d brutally (joyfully) destroy.

Night cloaks all. The auburn streetlights poke the sky
And interrupt its nightness – that’s what stars are for, don’t you remember?
They stand tall in iron, glowing bright, eyeing me as I
trample through invisible golden leaves.
And then the wind whisks about me, and I feel my hair
Dance about me there, and I feel that curl of air
Embracing me like a woolly scarf around my neck,
Or a cat, around my neck.

And now I say: hello, winter, hello.
You can never overstay your welcome, you know.
You are not a rude guest until you freeze,
and bury the golden boys beneath your heavy, soppy tears
Of white heaven cream.
You will not bury me, until I say goodbye, goodbye
to your precious crystal air.