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Cassandra's Eyes

December 5, 2020

Prompt: Write a poem about a moment of déjà vu you keep having.

My grandmother predicted a housefire from a single outlet.
Crinkling her nose, she told my mother never to use it.
She memorized the movement of the stars, traced lines across my palms.
There was an alarm clock plugged in for months.

Cassandra cried as my parents records melted, their pictures burned in the night.
Taunted and haunted by her green eyes, 
glinting gold in the sunlight, 
reflecting something no one else can see.
But she swears somewhere, it lives in me.

It's just a conversation, a few words and a feeling,
but something tells me we've done this before.
I'm filling in the gaps between lines,
remembering pieces of beginnings, endings,
already unraveling the pattern of time.

I don't think it's prophecy,
perhaps coincidence getting the best of me.
Still, I find myself looking into the light 
wondering if I'll wake up to flecks of gold in my eyes.


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  • Starlitskies

    Woah! This is beautifully written!
    "She memorized the movement of the stars, traced lines across my palms. " This line is just gorgeous! And welcome to WtW! Glad to have you here, even if it's only for a year! :)
    Re: Thank you sooo much for your comment on my piece! It really made my day! <3

    5 months ago
  • lilybeam26

    Im so glad u picked my prompt, I've not been feeling great fro the past few weeks and reading your poem reminded me of lost feelings. So thank you swansatcoole for waking me up. <3

    5 months ago
  • SunV

    This is so amazing! And the deja vu moment is so intruiging!

    Welcome to WtW! Feel free to contact me if you have any questions!

    5 months ago