A poem I wrote while taking a Creative Writing class at GRCC years ago. I am in love with it to this day. So, I put it on my blog. Creative freedom, people.
The Beauty and the Tree
There existed the perfect woman
as timeless as the sea,
whose elegance and grace
could lazy honey bees.
For her, the townspeople parted,
standing safe in shadows of envy
She left glamour in her wake, every heart she did take
The town treasure, she was an infinite ending.
Tall and regally stunning
and spectacular as she
stood in the depths of her acres of forest
a faultless maple tree.
These leaves they sang like water
The trunk climbed stories with ease
And the breathlessness it brought her
Was her sole serenity.
One day, a wide-eyed child
whose age was merely six
stumbled upon the maple
and was immediately transfixed.
So immense was this child’s discovery,
folks hailed from North and West
to see that glorified maple
and confirm ’twas the best of the best.
She smiled and granted all entrance
to the renowned forest with the hidden tree
She counted their heads and wished them all dead
sinking further into a grave of unease.
The world before her turned a deep jade-green
She grew desperate with dread as an internal plea
morphed her tall confidant into her dire enemy-
the looming threat to her vital harmony.
When moonlight dusted the maple
and its leaves glimmered hopeful and free,
the woman swung her red ax
and took a chunk out of her knee.
She chopped and chopped as the sweat poured on,
mixing with blood as it dripped from her lashes
With one last blow, she cut straight through her heart
and watched her tree fall, ugly with gashes.
Travelers went home and took the splendor with them
leaving the townsfolk confusedly wandering
With relief, she came to town, and they all realized that they’d found
the piece that fit the hole they’d been pondering.
With a gust of her beauty she swept them back up,
blinding them so they’d never see
that she’s haggard inside and rotting alive,
axed by her own poverty.