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A Song For Brunhilda
Contributed by
carrie
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Sunday, 17th November 2002 @ 07:30:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
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Treasures and teacups and tiddly winks
Oceans of onyx and blue moon jinx
Madly dancing in perfumed rain
Raven hair dangles and lips sing of pain
I am ugly, she said, to her other self,
the one sealed in glass above the shelf.
She gasped at her long and monstrous nose.
She cringed at her hair, hanging like strings
Her arms and leg just sticky things
I am ugly and cannot be loved this way
Tears are dried by mother’s embrace
Butterfly promises emphatically made
One day, sweet Brunhilda… one day.
Just remember, you are different.
Screeching and bellows blister her ears
Hateful retorts and cruel jeers
Claws that reach out but to push her away
Ambivalent beauties who fall to their prey
Tears are dried by mother’s embrace
Butterfly promises emphatically made
One day, sweet Brunhilda… one day.
Just remember, you are different.
Nature has a song for you.
Ugliness will crumble with the chrysalis
Taunting will fade to the silence of shadows
Sunlight will kiss your emerging form,
new goddess of morning
new goddess of joy
new goddess of unbridled spring
Treasures and teacups and tiddly winks
Oceans of onyx and blue moon jinx
Joyfully dancing in perfumed rain
Amethyst hair flows and lips part to sing.
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carrie
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2002-11-17 07:30:00] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: A Song For Brunhilda
(User Rating: 1 ) by Patricia_Petro on
Thursday, 21st November 2002 @ 09:20:35 PM AEST (User
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Ahhh, Carrie...we're all caught in our own traps for whatever reason until we can accept Who We Are and know it's good enough. Once we do, the smiles and songs come, and, infectious like laughter, we hear the world around singing with us. Love this one. There's so much to read between the lines. Like a beautiful butterfly, your Brunhilda has definitely emerged.
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