Porcelain

Porcelain

A Poem by amailleia
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Setting: Manhattan, 1899...

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There is an elegant twist to her mouth,

A glitter to her eyes,

An eloquence in how she stands there

Saying nothing at all.

One porcelain hand

Flutters to the table,

Stops

Just before touching,

Lands

Perfectly light,

Ivory against mahogany.

The other hand

Raises a crystal glass

Filled with liquid gold

To ruby lips.

Bright blue eyes

Close,

Open,

Blink.

One strand

Of perfect russet hair

Falls across

A flawless face.

She uses it

As an excuse

To brush away the tears

Before

They fall.

Porcelain is so

Easily shattered,

You know.

© 2009 amailleia


Author's Note

amailleia
While the punctuation has a purpose, I must express the fact that spacing and lines do have a rhythmic purpose. Please keep to the every-changing beat.

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"One porcelain hand

Flutters to the table,

Stops

Just before touching,

Lands

Perfectly light,"

I just loved these lines! This is well written...



Posted 15 Years Ago


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amailleia
amailleia

Mesa, AZ



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I'm a bit out there, kinda crazy, kinda just...odd, there's a good word. I try to write sometimes, and it doesn't always come out right, but I'm working on it. I play Ponystars, which is where the avv.. more..

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