Sense of VictoryI can still seeSense of Victory5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the reflection of a dozen girls
in a poorly polished mirror
waiting to be told
"too tall", "too short", "too skinny", "too fat".
I can still taste
the salty sea air of our desperate travels.
And the musty hallways of long lost lives
mixed with bitter regret
and self-hate - like blood on a coin.
I can still feel
the damp air of dimly lit caverns,
a remembrence of better days,
and the never ceasing rain on ancient soil,
washing away the strangest dreams of horror.
I can still smell
the roses on the windowsill
and the gypsy horses in the woods.
Two worlds on edge.
Two lives, two fates, intertwined.
I can still hear
the clanging of a non-existent army
coming for us out of the impossible
with skeletel hands and yellowy eyes
steeling themselves, hungry for war.
These are pieces, remnents, of past and future.
A paradox, a conundrum, a childish fear and nightmare reality,
coming together to reach for the sweet, far thing.
For victory, for liberty, for peace, for another way of
Gemma RemembersI remember everything:Gemma Remembers6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
four girls strong as thunder
conjuring impossible flowers
and daydreams in another world.
I say their names like prayers.
Ann unremarkable as parchment.
Felicity a lioness, wild and too powerful to ignore.
Pip meant for cameos and evergreen bowers.
And one, who like an odd puzzle piece,
never quite fit anywhere.
We flew like hawks through Londons dark fog
chasing the sweet far thing
and trying to forget all that chained us to the earth.
Ann shredding her wrists to taste sensation.
Felicity raging in arrows and swords
to keep her fathers fingers from her heart.
Pippa who traded her affliction and a cast iron wedding ring
for a lonely unlife.
A girl who never really knew her own strength.
I remember everything,
and it never ceases to bring me to my knees,
a cold mouth like bark teasing at my lips.
We lost so much then.
My mother and her protector.
The little girl sacrificed so long ago.
Mother Elena who knew what was coming.
Pippa whose eyes turned blac