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Saira Viola - 2 poems

11/7/2013

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Schubert's Kiss
 
Love's Whisper cradles the dawn and stars glitter the canvas of tomorrow
Blue notes sail across the ocean 
And leave behind tears of pain and sorrow
The blush of Summer dapples her eye 
While Picasso's warmth paints the Sky
Flames of pink copper and grey 
Streak the horizon as dusk turns to day 
The sonnet of love locked in her soul 
More potent then poison more precious than gold
The songbird of youth carries her dreams 
Through sun and rain and Autumn's leaves
And when the thread of night appears
His lullaby holds her near
But then the ambush of silver lies 
Cupid's Arrow bastardised!
Wisdom truth and all Earth's blame 
Stamp her cheek with crimson shame
Like roses that have lost their bloom
Love is always gone too soon.


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Ketchup Kid (Inspired by Child Poverty in Vegas and the BBC Panorama Documentary )

Her day was punched with silence 
And hand me down promises
Only ten summers blushed and already her dreams are splintered with hate
Through the filmy curtain of her left eye 
There is a coral ring of sadness it weeps across the school room desk 
And scoops her into the arms of misery.
She ate cooked rat on Sunday 
Her mamma told her it would be okay but the scabby hump in her intestines had already made her puke three times :
Yellow chunks of phlegm glutting her tender craw.
In the canteen she copied Bernadette and jammed 15 free ketchup sachets into her pocket .
She would mix it up later add hot water and let her stomach rest a bit they called it hill billy consommé .It left a sweetened trail of squalor in her  mouth.
Home was a burnt out Lincoln she was meant to be in  Heaven with her Barbie doll Casey J, just another ghetto abortion statistic bloodying the sidewalk but her mamma had changed her mind.
Mr.Weezer let them use the trailer to wash up in exchange for favours and creepy dress up games.
He had a golf ball size cyst on his cheek she wanted to jab. His breath smelt stale like warm beer pooled with cigarette buts and lard. His lips were greased with evil.
She would sit alone at Recess rocking herself  to sleep the chairs were comfy and she avoided the fishbowl stares all the other kids hurled her way.
She had a make believe castle decked with pink balloons and Minnie Mouse dresses spotted with candy balls of glitter.
Her one friend Ellen got taken away by child services. Ellen was always capped with bruises on her arms her back and worse her eyes which were veined purple and green like trailing snap dragon. She missed her goofy laugh and the way she drew white unicorns always with indigo blue eyes.
More than anything she dreamt of a real dinner not pop top beeferoni but a sit down meal with soda and a Christmas tree.
On Fridays she got her weekend snack pack from school but that didn't stop her festering need for normality. She is the canker sore of a fractured canvas a shameful scar on the landscape of red white and blue , the banner hatred of the poor.
Is that the triumphant call of those stars and stripes that blister the tinsel beauty of the lonely Vegas night.
3 Comments
Jake
11/7/2013 11:15:50 pm

Rich lush language -the first poem is pretty but the second one is terrifyingly real .

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Abigail
11/7/2013 11:20:09 pm

Startlingly vivid especially the depiction of child poverty it shrink's your heart just reading it impressions of lost youth and sleazy favours in return for food and clothing .Shocking and mind blowing . The other poem was romantic and did play out to Ave Maria perhaps that's what I thought of when reading .

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Charlie Ronson
11/8/2013 02:38:12 am

Ketchup Kid is painfully perceptive and relentlessly sordid -a subject matter that serves Viola well as she has a chilling eye for realistic topical concepts .Schubert's Kiss by comparison is elegantly executed but even here love is personified through the mischievous Cupid who is blamed for lost love. Steers clear of schmaltzy romanticism .

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