Watercolour Amnion

My name is Sakura Delany, and I am a faerie queen;
twitching my hybrid wings at thirty nine degrees.
A cancerous black tiara of sepsis blossoming thick,
dilutes my crystal magic; leaves me ailing- faint- and sick-

I wished for shooting stars to bleed into the earth
and flourish into orchids, to induce impending birth -
I carried a sickly child, who whimpered in utero;
a desperate claustrophobic with a heart as soft as snow.

A locket around my neck holds prescription vaccination
to revive her pallid colour, and soothe asphyxiation.
Her shallow, wheezing cries sketch lurid on the air,
before inking beneath her skin; poisonous and bare.

To my breast I hold her close, for frostbite leaves her weak;
I paint watercolour lullabies to enchant a haunted sleep.
Her veins could never sustain such dirty, ancestral blue;
for flaccid, Autumnal form, could never distort her truth.

Anyone?

i love it, i just love the wording, and the rhyming...and the whole poem in general.

I really love this poem. I must have missed it while I was on break, but I'm glad to have read it.

Your imagery and use of metaphors in this poem are absolutely stunning. I love the line
"I wished for shooting stars to bleed into the earth/
and flourish into orchids, to induce impending birth"

It's so vivid and fresh. The rhmying is also wonderful. Because of the line about the fairy queen, the rhyming combined with that gives it an almost fairy-tale feeling to it. I also love how you used the weak rhymes in the first and last cuplets. Not many people could have pulled that off, but I think it works perfectly here.

Thank you so much. I've always liked to play around with weaker rhymes to give it a softer flow. Thank you.

wow that was really awesome

A cancerous black tiara of sepsis blossoming thick,
dilutes my crystal magic; leaves me ailing- faint- and sick-


Um, need I say anything? Those two lines are probably the best I've seen in poetry for a while.

And once again all your metaphors have pwned me.

Sorry I haven’t commented, I haven’t had the time. I’ve read it though. Over and over. And I love it so. The rhyming is brilliant, the metaphors are too good for words and the whole poem is simply magnificent. I honestly think that this kind of poetry (this fantasy like, soft, beautiful but yet sad type of poems) is “yours”. You do it so perfectly and I envy you so much. There really is nothing more to add, just

Oh, and I’m gonna save and print it Because it pwns my socks.

Thank you soooooo much. I love you all.