[This is about a woman who loved another woman, with her lover symbolised as a "Bloodied Tulip" and 'them' as lesbophobic/homophobic individuals.
This is based on the Salem Witch Trials, where a lesbian woman's partner was burned to death because "they" said she was practising witchcraft, and the lover expresses her emotions on how she dealt with her unspeakable loss.]
Bent Tulips,
Grown near my window,
To understand your beauty,
Your resilience,
So when the world took my lover away from my embrace,
Burnt her on a stake,
As for why?
They said, she practiced witchcraft, in daylight,
As if the night time is the only time a tulip would bloom,
So from her bud, you cut her off,
Leaving only bloodied tulips on my doorstep,
Soaking with the love she would have given me,
As if loving a woman as a woman,
Wasn't beautiful enough to a patch of grass in a lawn afraid of Tulips catching the sunlights rays on their bare bodies,
That blossomed despite the quilts of the winter snow,
So I cup my hands and pick up all the bloodied tulips one by one,
Row by row,
I'll plant every last piece of you,
Cast a spell,
So when you see red tulips emerging from the winter snow,
You'll understand that you forgot to burn all the other tulips that are yet to grow;
Aloka
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The Half-Burnt Boy
PoetryFor all the prompts I find fascinating on this thing called the "World Wide Web," and random words I find interesting enough to add to this collection; I'll be crafting poems out of thin air like any magician would do 🪄 Copyright © 2021 by Aloka Wi...
