Poetry and Writes

Calla Lillies (POEM)

*I wrote this poem while listening to the above song. You can play it while you read if you'd like but it's not crucial to the mood of the poem. (And keep in mind I wasn't paying any  attention to the lyrics, or my writing would have had a much different outcome.)*

Cradle a girl in calla lillies.

Hold her as the wheaten winds

wax under the blooming sun,

billowing yellow. Touch her palms

and breathe in the flowers

on her dress.

See the shadows of the birds

flit and dart and fall

as they congratulate each

others' sorrows

under the very same sun as ours.

They flit and dart and fall

till noon, for to them it is

the winter.

See the widest arcing fields. Walk with her

across the planks of the bridges

as the rain starts to pour

and the water muddles below you.

Walk slowly. Please.

There is much to see. I know.

See it. See it for long.

Cradle your girl in calla lillies.

Dust your fingers in paprika, and

touch the trees' white fronds.

She laughs as an osprey ducks

in the clouded sky

and furls a ribbon

from its stone-smooth beak.

It's like a marble, flattened

and tumbled to killers' perfection

by the tides.

Take her hand

and cry with her.