In the strawberry-hued
fields of youth
you sat there
painted girl
with flowers in your hair
lavender swirling
in the sky
with soft fury
Princess, they said
with cat’s eyes
and porcelain skin
fancy finery
subtly gazing
enthralled
peering upward
watching clouds
melt into castles
Such bounteous flowers
heavy adornment
a passion princess
composing
a free and easy
fable
Fields of flowers and finery
draped in illusion
Princess Rain herself
melts away
even as her hand
slips from your
unbelieving grasp
Wrath’s dagger strikes quickly
before the evening storms
shutter the fragile future
Ending was a twist and a beautiful imagery.
Thank you so much!
Sounds like a fairly typical fairy tale to me! Beautifully written!
Yes, quite fleeting. Thanks Marissa!
I should never comment when I haven’t had enough sleep, but I’m finding this one especially hard to understand. Perhaps if you can share a glimpse into your thought process I might comprehend what’s going on here??
Oh, I’m afraid I know the sleep thing all too well. Story of my life, now I have insomnia so it is ironic that the only time that I could get a little sleep, now I can’t. Poetry can sometimes mean something that you can’t quite put your finger on, sometimes it may not mean much, I suppose that is both the strength and weakness of it. This particular poem is based on an actual Facebook picture of an unbelievably beautiful young girl sitting in a field of flowers with an incredible headdress also of flowers. I didn’t use the word, headdress, as I had recently used it in another poem. This girl is about to leave home to go out into the world (and you know how cheery I tend to be about the future especially now). The one who looses her hand could either be a father or a lover, you can take your pick there. So basically, life may or may not be a fairytale after the storms come in, that’s about it. Hope that helps 😀
How I love your explanation, Lana! I never considered myself much of a poet; that’s one reason I attempt to write some verse, to step out of my comfort zone. Perhaps I should have listened more attentively in class so I’d be more cognizant of the many nuances. Anyway, thank you for taking time to explain — now it makes more sense!!
No problem. That’s exactly why I write it also. I never wrote that much poetry until WordPress. My prose excerpts were also never very strong on description and sensory details, and I feel like writing poetry will help me there. Speaking of poetry class, this particular poem is also echoing a bit of Frost, Nothing Gold Can Stay. I love that one!
The anger beneath the beauty isn’t as strange as it may seem. Great tension building in this. I agree with Marissa. It has a fairy tale feel.
Thanks, Diana! There is something simmering there that may or may not ruin the fairytale. Happy writing, my friend!
I sensed the simmering. The old fairy tales had lots of darkness.
Mystical! 🌟✨💫
Thanks!
Mysterious – yet maybe every woman’s eventual path to enlightenment/freedom/adulthood?
Exactly, Pauline. It could go many ways. Nobody really knows what might happen after the storm.
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I enjoyed the daydreamy feel of this, pink and purple kaleidoscopic imagery where the princess might be a girl, or raindrops, or both. I especially liked “soft fury” and “Princess Rain herself / melts away / even as her hand / slips from your / unbelieving grasp.” It reminded me of childhood when Mom would say “the rain won’t hurt you. You’re not sugar, you won’t melt.” 🙂
Thank you, Joan. I remember my mom saying that also 😀
Love the last 3 lines, powerful image to leave the reader!
Thanks so much, Dave!
I like it =) Not sure if I’m understanding the meaning fully. But I guess poems are kinda like that; interpretation is up to the eye of the beholder I guess. A bit of a twist at the end, lol.
Thanks Tim, and yes you are correct on all counts. Poetry interpretation is definitely up to the eyes of the beholder. The ending here, those unpredictable storms can always ruin a good afternoon of flower gazing in a field of flowers, lol. You probably can’t tell, but I do write a lot of humor too 😀
the ending is doing my head in, I am trying to see the image of the ending but, but!
That is one of those weird poems. I think I may have to revise it some. I did put the explanation of a young girl sitting in a field in the comments if you would like to look. In response to Debbie’s question.
Yes, I saw your explanation, but last night when I was in bed reading my book, I thought, hmm, I need to go back and read Lana’s poem, the thing about the girl is till not clear to me hahaha!
I love the imagery your beautiful poem provokes in my head, Lana! It´s like I can see it all happening right before my eyes. Enchanting! 🙂
Thanks so much, Sarah. This one was a bit cryptic, wink wink.
I like it cryptic! 😀 😉
Beautiful words and imagery Lana. 🙂 x
Thanks so much, Debby! xo
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