by Derby S. (she/her), 14
Your indigo blossoms decorate the earth,
The hill on which you stand, kept alive by your delicate petals.
Your roots are clean,
Washed of the blood from which you were born.
Apollo’s love is your life force,
Feeding you the glow of his warmth or the sting of his tears.
The wind who once sung to you so lovingly,
Now gives you his deadly kiss.
His jealous steps tear through the earth beneath you,
His vengeful screams echoing,
Carried through your bleeding heart.
So now your flowers lie,
Grieving atop a hill.
A symbol of Apollo’s love,
And your love for him,
Lost to the jealous wind.
Derby Savas discovered poetry writing during her freshman year creative writing class. She’s since used poetry writing as a way to cope with hardships and express her interests. She plans to, in the future, attend Brown and study Creative Writing and Biology. Her writing dream is to, someday, release a collection of her poetry as a book. Derby is from New Jersey.
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