An Urban Fairy Tale

answer to a Paradise challenge

childhood filled with fear and anger

cement buildings cold and rough

daily demands filled with danger

She was raised forlorn and tough

 

early she learned the Opium serenade 

early she suppressed all innocence

in rubbled weedy lots she played

and longed for life to make sense

 

strewn across the abysmal landscape

a poor-man’s grave with graffiti headstone

daydream oblivion her best escape

and only she hears when the dead moan

 

her needs cascade and yield to demands

of relief and expression of life from soil

she learns to love with dirty hands

the fruits of life that come from toil

 

this butterfly in shabby-dress

protects and loves the only color

that to her life does bless

and helps her to stand taller

 

wildflowers grown atop the graves

bring thoughts and smells of sweets

of the seduction that she craves

and of passion between white sheets

 

with Chrysanthemums in hand and hair

our butterfly can dream of other places

and be drawn from within her lair

to a far-off place with happy faces

Reviews

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

These descriptions are great.. really loved reading this .. sort of dreamy.. and it does sound a bit like Dylan .. i like this poem ..

Chloe
xoxo

[Robert Wilson]

Dylan-esque. I like it. Very descriptive.