Summary: I can imagine what you would look like
after being kissed, your burning hair
halo-soft around your face, your lips
half parted, flaming, full...
A train to Nowhere. A cherry red umbrella. A brief brushing. One last chance. An acid green light. What could have been.
These are poems featuring Lily Evans and Severus Snape, told in the tragic hero's point of view.
Categories: Poetry Characters: None
Warnings: None
Challenges: Series: None
Chapters: 3
Completed: Yes
Word count: 543
Read: 6587
Published: 04/01/07
Updated: 02/16/08
1. Nowhere by Striped Candycane
2. If by Striped Candycane
3. Phoenix by Striped Candycane
Nowhere by Striped Candycane
Do you remember?
It was raining, remember…
Raining frozen hearts and tears,
And you were there.
With your solid sober black cloak.
With your cherry-red umbrella.
Waiting for the train.
The last train to Nowhere.
And the rain was cold, remember?
And you were shivering (slightly)
But your hair was on fire,
A raging, roaring fire,
That warmed and burned my soul.
And you saw me watching,
And the red hair flared,
And you snapped the red umbrella’s petals closed,
So that the rain could kiss your pale, pale face,
And you turned away.
And we stood there
On opposite ends of the universe
Where the same rain fell
Refusing to extinguish the fire,
Refusing to rekindle the flame
Until
You swerved towards me
Spraying crystal droplets
Spicy green eyes sharp
Frame and skin and lips
Soft
Infinitely soft
And you said -
"Tell me the truth."
And I said -
"Filthy Mudblood"
Please please don't leave me because I
love you, I love you, and I try to forget but don't
want to forget, I don't want a mere
memory of heat, please stay…
But you weren't listening
Or maybe you didn't want to hear
Or I might have spoken far too low
Or not at all
Because then the train to Nowhere chugged
Into that grey forgotten station
And you got on
And took with you…
The sober solid cloak of black,
The soft, soft skin
The cherry-red umbrella
The fiery sunset hair.
And I watched
The train
Leave the station
I watched it
Shrink into a mere black dot
And disappear.
And I stood there
Alone
In the rain.
Nowhere.
If
If we could
touch
just once
a little butterfly, a brief
brushing
I swear we could make roses
bloom.
The kind you like, the kind
that are yellow and wilt pollen-ugly
the kind with thorns.
I can imagine what you would look like
after being kissed, your burning hair
halo-soft around your face, your lips
half parted, flaming, full.
And then maybe,
Just maybe you would stop
mooning over your books, mouth a crescent
smile-
But.
Your eyes are so deep, so distant,
I cannot see the bottom, so I know
you are thinking about the one I hate, you know
I hate him, so you stay little Mouse-Silent,
little Dream-Silent.
You forget I can read your soul.
But if, just if
I swear the rose will be
Eternal.
Phoenix by Striped Candycane
Death.
Dust, the smell of an unused notebook.
Forgotten, it lies rotting
inside the bureau drawer.
Open it, release
the scent of earth.
You.
Can’t imagine the hollow
bird-bones of your spirit
sorted by size and sealed
into the dust.
They’re nothing like
your feathered eyelashes,
the gentle wingspan of
your smile.
So instead of something subtle, seemingly
without meaning, I can see you
splayed. Limbs the four points
of a compass.
Are you guarding him,
or warding us away?
A green light.
It fits you like a second skin,
caressing, cocooning.
You fall, once again –
Splayed. The four points of a compass.
Bam!
That’s the way you went out.
All red-haired defiance and fresh-green glory.
A meteorite streaking, earthbound.
A Phoenix bursting into flames.
If only I could raise you
from
the
Ashes.
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