I have another poem for you. This one actually has an interesting story to how I came up with it but you have to promise you won’t laugh.
This started because I was on the phone to my mum complaining that there was NOTHING to watch (if you haven’t noticed, I am a lil dramatic.). I really wanted to watch Hairspray but it was unavailable everywhere so my mum got me to compromise with Dirty Dancing. This was a great choice and I had a great time watching this classic.
One of the songs in this movie is called She’s like the wind by Patrick Swayze and I really like it. It’s a sad ballad about a woman the singer cannot have despite her having such an impact on him.
This song falls into my self-made category of ‘songs about strange yet wonderful idiosyncratic women’. Other songs in this category include Killer Queen by Queen or Camille by Chlo the god. I love this sub-genre where singers describe, in detail, a strange person that captivates their attention for no one reason.
Thanks to this inspiration, I have written a poem. Please note: This introduction is by no means me comparing my work to these amazing songs.
However, without further ado, here is: If she’s the sun then I’m her flower:
Well, if she is the sun… by Maxine Riike Brigue
Well, if she is the sun then I am her flower
Always facing her, learning from her power
I greet people with kisses like she does
With glowing cheeks I mimic her every move
As she strokes the hair of the loneliest souls
And clothes them with her tender joy and love.
When she looks my way I see a small part of me
Who I wish to be is pressed within her gaze
When we are close, her long tresses are like rays
Touching and leading me along her way
I long to be by a heart that is so free
Yet, she blazes ahead faster than I can follow
She’s leaving me behind to embrace new hellos
For there’s a field of girls like me shadowing her
Waiting to be torched until we burn enough
To consume the thoughts of everyone we meet.
If she is the sun then I am a flower
Waiting in darkness for the next moment that is only ours.
When writing poetry, something I’ve learnt is to really focus on the chosen image and really zoom in on it. A lot of times, people choose a nice idea but don’t flesh it out enough before moving onto another one. In She’s like the wind we focus in on what it means to love someone who is as fickle as the wind. In my poem, I compare me and her to a flower and the sun respectively. What does that mean for our relationship if I dig deeper into the simile?
What do you think of this poem? I quite like it. (I would say I’m biased but we are our worst critics so.)
As always let me know what you think by liking or leaving a comment
With Love,
Maxine Riike Brigue
Brilliant piece! I love the freedom expressed in your poem.