I wore my olive colored blouse today.
I wore it with my mustard colored skirt.
I clothed my feet in sandals - brown and
black - wrapped my wrists in brassy, shining
bangles. I shook out my hair, wrapped it up,
a nest of brown and gold behind my ears.
Smooth hoops of burnished brass adorned my ears.
A smile I could not do without today
adorned my face, supported and held up
my burgeoning heart. Today I will skirt
my pain, step around it, bear a shining
countenance, and strong and starry eyes, and
a mouth turned up at the corners, joy and
warm laughter from my throat, and at my ears.
I have decided to forget today.
My mouth is warm with words, the sun shining,
and soft round my waist falls my yellow skirt.
I shall spin and swirl, and sew my heart up,
step out my door and carry my feet up
the street, a girl young and beautiful and
fresh, my hands lifting and tossing my skirt
around me, shunning the wind in my ears
having decided to breathe free today,
to dress myself in hope, bright and shining.
Outside my door, the street is hot, shiny
with heat waves, quivering up and down, up
and down, heavy with quiet, near midday,
the hour of sandwiches and soup and
tea served in glasses that mirror bright eyes,
eyes bent on hiding, attempting to skirt
the truth shaken by sun from the black skirts
of the night, sending blushes round our ears.
We only want to lock our memory up,
forget, for a day, the “things” of life and
greet the world awake, ready for this day.
So I shall wear my bright skirt, and lift up
my face, shining with this, in my heart and
in my ears. “Nothing shall ruin today.”
- Emma Pearl -
A Sestina written Spring 2012 at Stephen F. Austin State University