Poetry Sestina

Poetry Sestina

The girl looked up from her poetry.
In the early dawn, her eyes
Were two pinpricks of bright light
That shone in morning darkness.
Her pen scratched across the paper
And she bit her lip in silence.

The entire house, bathed in silence,
Seemed almost to quiver in the darkness.
A boy stepped through the doorway into the light
To lean over the girl’s paper.
He scanned the words in her poetry,
But refused to meet her eyes.

Suddenly, lightning flashes in her eyes,
Her harsh words break the silence
And she snatches away the paper.
Her face is coated with darkness
As she reaches over to turn off the light,
Fleeing the room with her poetry.

Outside in the early dawn darkness,
She leans against a tree and closes her eyes.
Her hands clutch tightly her paper
As if to shield and hide the poetry
Within. The boy inside the house sits in silence,
As the sun bathes the world with its light.

She blinks in the sudden light,
Watches the boy approach with narrowed eyes.
He mumbles an apology for reading her poetry
And offers to buy her new paper.
They wait in the dreadful silence,
All she shows him is darkness.

She stands and offers him the paper.
“It’s only a study of darkness,
Nothing more.” He watches with wide eyes.
Then, with a quick motion, takes the poetry
And sits down to read in silence.
His mind fills with a perfect light.

“Darkness seems beauty”, her eyes
Widen as he breaks the silence, blocks the light
With the paper in his hand and kisses her. Poetry.