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    dots Submission Name: Under the Dragonfly Maskdots

    Author: wilted_flower
    ASL Info:    22 f uk
    Elite Ratio:    2.94 - 42/56/28
    Words: 338
    Class/Type: Poetry/Serious
    Total Views: 684
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       A sestina.

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    dotsUnder the Dragonfly Maskdots

    He sat staring at me, my ghost
    Who was turning my heart bone dry,
    He was choking it, the love, the laughter.
    I was scared. Scared he’d break my sand mask,
    So begging for air I fled, ran to the garden
    And falling to my knees I prayed; prayed for hope.

    But it was beyond me, the promise of hope
    That had made me fall for my ghost
    With his blue eyes, and the grainy mask
    He wore over them, they were dry
    Now the tears, the earth of the garden
    Had pulled them in, as it drank the laughter.

    I missed it, missed hearing the laughter
    So much that it scorched, but I found hope
    In the flowers as they danced in the garden.
    Death white lilies, pale and ghost
    Like, standing tall in the dry
    Heat of Summer and its dragonfly mask.

    Sometimes I wished I could break it, break the mask
    I’d placed on my soul and remind it of the laughter
    It had once enjoyed, but my throat was dry
    And I felt the desert burn up the hope
    As my dream faded to become a ghost
    That melted into the horizon far beyond the garden.

    Yet I sat there and watched it go, flee the garden
    That had been my last resort, my glass mask
    Cracked as my heart crumbled, the ghost
    Of my love strove for the sun as laughter
    Filled the air, dark wings gathered the hope
    From me, demons of my mind. Their eyes dry.

    But somehow in the heat, in the dry
    Sticky heat of despair, the garden
    Once again worked its magic of hope
    And showed me that through my lost mask
    I had been given a chance, a chance at laughter
    As the memory of unrequited love was now a ghost.

    A ghost whose heart though dry
    Had left me laughter in the freedom of the garden,
    In the loss of my mask and the opportunity of hope

    Submitted on 2011-02-04 09:14:52     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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