seven. maybe
NOVEMBER (( LARK ))
"Alright class, let's start this poetry café with Valerie here."
Our english teacher's fruity voice no doubt reached the ears of every student in the class as everyone
settled down in their seats with an air of reverence for the exuberant teacher. The girl called Valerie
rose to her dainty feet with an eloquent grace that I haven't seen in anyone but her. Valerie's tame,
curly locks were of a golden hue with bronze lowlights trickling subtly from her scalp, carefully blending
in with the blonde strands of hair. Her eyes were a ravishing cobalt-grey, complimenting her soft,
creamy facial features despite her squarish face. Inhaling soundlessly, I contemplated apprehensively as
she opened that delicate mouth to sip in a breath before beginning her poem.
"The smell of fish lingers
on his tangled beard
his eyes
beads dropped in ink
He’s like I remember
but different
melancholic
I know why
but I don’t say anything
She stares cautiously
afraid almost
yet defiant
My little chrysanthemum
no longer brings me luck
only grief
as I fish in the waters
I recall
the flower she used to be."
An awe-inspired applause rose from the entire class, the sound of skin colliding with each other scraping
harshly against my eardrums, as if the praise that Valerie not only earned, but deserved, was bothering
me. I was in a bewildered daze as my other classmates presented, one after another until I wasn't able
to stomach the resonance of polite applause any longer. Even when it was Helen's turn I couldn't focus
with the overwhelming trance I was drowning in. An orotund voice summoned me from despair, yet my
face revealed nothing as I walked to the front, possessed. My lips began to move on their own, spouting
words that I had not prepared, words with meanings I could not comprehend. What felt like a potpourri
of sentiment dripped relentlessly from my tongue, not knowing the end until it did.
"Why did the seashells shatter into ice
Some of the shards melted in their eyes
But they didn’t notice, that mischievous glint
that they somehow had gained
from the glass in my mind
Why did the glass wall have to break
Lighting all my lanterns in its wake
Would they, I wonder, realise that
the embers I still have
are burning again
Nothing, I say, nothing will happen
My flickering lanterns will be forsaken
Again and again, without second thought
all this fire
will be gone."
I only heard earth-shattering tranquility as the last line paled into the air, and I wondered strangely if
it would be heard again. I was deaf to the reactions of the class while I trudged back to Helen. She spoke
teasingly to me.
"You like someone don't you?"
My eyes stared at her in incredulity, vainly scanning her twinkling russet orbs for a trace of humour, or
even sarcasm. There was nothing to search for, for her emotions were all perfectly reflected on the
surface of those pupils. I did not understand why she would say that, but I felt something scalding the
back of my head with a furious intensity that I was frightened to meet, yet a disembodied urge forced
me to turn around and glimpse the flames which were stinging my mind. The top of my flesh prickled
with icy needles as I gazed at the fathomless birdbath which gazed back. It was a dark light, beckoning
me, inviting me, closer and clos - I shut my eyes abruptly, whipping around before flying towards the
door without looking back.
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