Lovelorn

[zuziee 4004]

Lovelorn

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A depiction of Alexandra Helene d’Arkent and Amara Elise Castile

 

A N N O   D O M I N I 1820

Penned by the hand of TH, Maisie Adelheid d’Arkent

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To my nieces,

I’ll see you again when the

stars fall from the skies

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Hooks Encrusted in Sand

Whenever

you need

a healthy

dose of 

serenity 

 

Crawl

through 

the frosted

windowpane

of her mind

 

Blades

of grass grow

in shades

of

paradise 

 

Opals

droop from

branches

instead of

leaves

 

Rivers

flow wish

undiluted

rosebud

water

 

&

 

milk & honey

fall from

the clouds

instead of

rain 

 

Even the

absolutely 

unthinkable 

happens 

here,

 

love

grows with

peace.

────── 〔✿〕──────

Pacifism

She washes away her worries,

as the waves brush against the sand.

Her eyes close slowly,

and she silently sings her favorite hymn.

She digs her toes deeper into the dusty sand

and accepts the cold grittiness of the grains touching

her surface.

 

She opens her shimmering cerulean eyes

and tilts her head to the heavens,

and exhales.

 

Find where you are at peace.

────── 〔✿〕──────

Dear Amara

Oh, listen, my Dear,

to the fairy voices calling.

For the moon is high in the misty sky

and the honeydew is falling.

To the midnight feast in the cover night,

The bluebells are a-ringing,

and to the beavers singing

"Come away to the land of white.”

 

Oh, slumber, my Dear,

and hand in hand we’ll wander.

Hand in hand to the beautiful land 

above, way off yonder.

Or we’ll sail along in a lily leaf

into the white moon’s halo,

over a stream of mist and dream,

into the land above.

Spoiler

Hello! This is my second poetry post

if you want to check out the first one here it is boop!

 

This is a public post, so anyone who reads it can interact or know if it's content!

Hope you enjoy <3

 

It is also dedicated to my persona, Maisie's, nieces, Alexandra, Victoria, and Amara. 

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[Maeday0 180]

Adriana would read over the poetry, a small smile tugging on her features as she reads what her sister had written about her daughter.
"thank you.. Maisie" 
she'd seem to peep out before moving to rest.