Scarlet Finch's Melody

I wrote this for school awhile back. I enjoyed writing it. Hopefully, you shall enjoy reading it.

Ocean spray caresses a boreal heart,

Stirring dying flames, unkempt within.

A solitary tear is beckoned

From within sullen grottos --

Of ashen desire. Long unkindled,

My passion frowns at me. Scornful,

Deep underneath a cerulean cowl.

I can perch upon this bluff no longer.

Two steps back, and promptly beleaguered,

Lavender sisters binding my heart. 

Oh dearest Lilac, whose pedals stand frail,

How shall I weave, through your sweet Lily kin?

Poised before me -- stoic in nature, strung in

To this ambrosial paradise -- cobblestone vestiges,

Leading my way.

I can accept such mortal beauty, with a tear.  

Water cascades in a magnificent spiral,

From river’s end

Atop the tranquil summer cliff.

Vines clutch the rock face, emerald appendages

Spoiling that which moss cannot claim.

Halted beneath the Cypress Keepers, I listen 

To fluttered wings, descending to my shoulder bare,

I can hear the Scarlet Finches melody.

From lounge upon my form, with resolute poise,      

Bursts the fragile body, with marvelous noise.

I think I may see now, the light of new dawn,

For in said moment, all dusk had gone.

Out of the murk, lucid as bright summer’s day,

I see now, you have nothing left to say.

The sting of your words, shall ache me no more,

No longer hollow is this vessel you bore.

My rags were not silken, my hair not smooth,

You detested me, for the woman you barely knew.

Drawn from society, writhing in pain,

I begged for your mercy, words spent in vain.

You scraped at all my ugly, though I really tried my best,

Jabbing and twisting my features, I never could fit with the rest.

Met with naught but agony, you thrust with cutlass honed,

Years of bitter solitude, and only now I see this is home.

I ascend these limestone steps, to where the water fall,

I think of what you’ve done, the horrors one and all.

I’ve finally found my place, blessed away from society,

I reach the final stair, rising above propriety. 

Into the water I plunge my hand, whisking out my crown,

Glory binds my diadem to The Tree, of my home -- safe and sound.

I tread lightly across the stream, to a slab upon the ledge,

Admiring the wonders of my haven, from my throne upon the edge.

One more step, the circlet tugs, upon my neck falls the cinch,

One last snap, of my neck, missing evermore, that Scarlet Finch.

Author's Note

I'd like feedback on the poem's shift, if you will. I know how I attempted to accomplish it, but I'm unsure of its success.