suaurum

India

i'd rather listen to the truth
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she/her
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final draft, need reviews urgently, thanks in advance!

The Tapestry

June 12, 2021

Her temple is what she calls it
and it is perhaps so.
For by its side, she worships her faith and
cries out her pain. By its side,
she begs for salvation she could never attain.
 
Delicate yarn swirls the reddest Indian red.
Reminiscent of a sunset she unmistakably recalls
fragrant like the spring,
she now has lost; trapped in
an endless winter, she can never escape.
 
River sewn with precious sapphires,
flowers crafted with the milkiest pearls.
Surely the tapestry is crafted from the hands of
the godly. Sinful beauty has never been
depicted more expressively.
 
Sunlight-kissed yarn she begged from the skies
weaves the basket that was once her lap,
harboring the memories of
a past reality, now
a nightmare, haunting her existence.
 
Cream satin hides the flushed golden skin of an angel
who floats away, leaving behind
a destroyed woman on her knees
weeping, clutching on to the
frayed ends of her cursed motherhood.
 
The gilded silhouette cries out to her
in the silent, unflinching darkness that accompanies it.
But tears flood her throat,
submerging her own cries,
drowning her sin in the depths of her tarnished soul.
 
Stolen moon-dust coats the tapestry complete,
gathered by her trembling hands from those
heavenly gardens she will never greet.
Lighting up the empty lanterns
that line her lonely heart’s darkened street.
 
Every night she bathes, in the tapestry’s argentous halo
when harmonies of unspoken lullabies
swim in the ocean of her mind, as
a hope to bring peace to that part of herself
that hasn't felt peace since, ignites.

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7 Comments
  • bethhh

    re: aw thank you!


    12 months ago
  • roseCbeta

    "The gilded silhouette cries out to her
    in the silent, unflinching darkness that accompanies it.
    But tears flood her throat,
    submerging her own cries,
    drowning her sin in the depths of her tarnished soul."
    Just amazingly written! Well done!


    12 months ago
  • HighEntropy

    "Lighting up the empty lanterns
    that line her lonely heart’s darkened street." gives goosebumps... amazing piece, superb vocab


    12 months ago
  • Lovera

    "weeping, clutching on to the/frayed ends of her cursed motherhood."

    "But tears flood her throat,/submerging her own cries, drowning her sin in the depths of her tarnished soul."

    "Lighting up the empty lanterns/that line her lonely heart’s darkened street"

    So beautiful. Your rhymes are superb.


    about 1 year ago
  • Wisp

    Replying: Yeah of course! And I wholeheartedly agree with you, the hate needs to stop. This discrimination is so deeply ingrained into our society that it'll be a struggle to create that change, but I hope that one day we will see a world where we all embrace one another for who we are. To hear that my words will be able to help in that change, well that means so very very much to me. Thank you for that.


    about 1 year ago
  • Wisp

    Oh gosh, the imagery of this piece is simply divine! The way the story unfolds through this idea of a tapestry, it's just unbelievably brilliant. This is so empowering, and that line:
    "clutching on to the
    frayed ends of her cursed motherhood."
    Simply broke my heart. The emotion in this piece and that stanza especially is so vivid and clear and it is so powerful and striking. This piece is simply riveting and I love that so very much. Good luck in the competition!
    Replying: Thank you so much for your kind words and wishes on my piece! That piece means a lot to me, so to read your comment and know it resonated with others as well simply warms up my heart. It truly means a lot.


    about 1 year ago
  • sophiacriesoverabook

    Beautiful! I'm glad I could help. ;)


    about 1 year ago