Mademoiselle Gis�le Duclos' Correlation of Butterflies and Crows

Could only last so long. "Rien ne p�se tant que un secret." -La Fonataine

Mademoiselle Gisèle Duclos' Correlation

of Butterflies and Crows

by alice oiseau

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Smiling eyes watch me silently from the Seine,

Winking and whispering tales of romance and canço serenades, like Romanée-Conti, I drink them in.

A glance caught with the wings of a butterfly,

Azuré d'Eros, sings me in blue; my only defense, for trust has been laid in thee.

The gentlest of rouge rose petals kiss my palm

And the sweetest of dreams dance along my psyche, riding with dragons to Columba where the greatest gift is given.

 

And yet

 

There still lay thoughts made of glass that cry into the night.

Parched as ira (one of seven deadly) screams in my ears; screams to commit the ultimate.

As a crow flies over yonder,

Tis more than just a scream; tis a subtle desire carved into my id and scratching with the sharpest nails against my pathos.

Ink-stained pages of Juliet's diary lay beneath a pillow of down feathers

Speaking the unspoken.

As I lay me down to sleep,

Belzébuth will rejoice, and Dieu will weep.

 

Author's Note

Played with alliteration and the French language in this piece.
Also wrote in many allusions. Too much?
Don't overthink it.

Reviews

[Gheeneil]

The conflicting moods insinuate the negative correlation between two things. Sometimes, though, what happens to one has nothing to do with the other as causation isn't always the case. I like the way you break the stanzas with "and yet" bec that gives emphasis to two contrasting circumstances. It's actually the prelude to the climactic twist. As always, the dark side triumphs. But, why have to be a suicide?

Too much allusions, yes. But they're not there for nothing. Excellent write.

[Honeypot]

Wonderful piece Alice! There were so many beautiful lines, but this one was exceptional
"A glance caught with the wings of a butterfly". Amazing imagery that brings out a sense
of forbiddenness. This is a really beautiful poem, just like they all are.

[nora]

gah, i love this :) i already read it on facebook, but for some reason, poems always look better on here, lol.
anyway, i really love this poemm. the transition from like, happiness to despair was great. with everything, it sort of made me think of someone having doubts in someone else or something.

"There still lay thoughts made of glass that cry into the night."

that part was just worded beautifully. the imagery was great, and i just love it xD

"Parched as ira (one of seven deadly) screams in my ears; screams to commit the ultimate."

and that part, for some reason, made me think of suicide? lol, i guess with the 'ultimate' and 'deadly', but i dunno if i interpretted that completely wrong, lol. anyway, this is a really beautiful poem, alice :)

[Jibey]

Well, you certainly pack in the allusions - but it made for a spicy melange and I appreciated the stark challenge of the writing, the black despair, the triumph of the devil over the divine... Oui!