Prompt: “Twenty Little Poetry Projects”
A heart of stone, she said, was all she had
Yet she claimed it beat like a hummingbird's wing
The hummingbird heart, a paradox that lives
Fluttering with love, despite the weight of stone
The scent of burnt sugar filled the air
While she tasted the sound of a symphony
The symphony's notes, a feast for the tounge
And the scent of burnt sugar, a feast for the skin
The touch of ash against her skin
Felt like a whisper in her attic
The whisper of yarn, a touch so light
It lingers on the nose like a memory of love
Colors tasted like placebos
And the name "Aurora" smelled like mist of iridescent bubbles
Pills of color, an illusory of love
And Aurora's name, a scent of stardust and soot
Kaleidoscopic beetles whirled in her stomach
As she gulped the happiness of her laughter
The laughter's melody, a nocebo of joy
And the beetles, a jubilee of love
The brittle softness of her love was the seed of her pomegranate
A sudden thought took hold and sprouted wings in her belly
The rose's thorn, a symbol of redemption
And the sudden thought, a challenge to get grip on
As she spoke Láadan, a language unknown
"The planets align, the path is dark
But the future is on the make"
Láadan's words, a language of unsung
And the future, a discovery of the unknown
The flickering candle was sanguine
But darkness chewed the wick
The candle's light, a symbol of hope's fire
And the darkness, a reminder of god's gluttony for fire
And as the night sauntered into the chalet
The moon shone as a mirror of her own heart
Whispering secrets to the stillness of the night
Until she finally let go of her own fight
And the stone shattered into a million stars
The heart of stone, a symbol of love's edge
And the shattered stars, a hope of love's transmigration
- Oizys.