Emma

Emma, you saw me
Across the banisters as if across a deep blue sea.
The thick rimmed spectacles and turtle shell tint,
The pastel dress the red ballet flats.
Do you believe too in fairies and curries
Or in croissants and Tim Burton stories.
The oyster boy didn’t have to die
Nor should the phoenix cry.


Written some days back. Just throwing it up here. The name Emma sounds fascinating – it’s got a nice ring to it. Yes it sounds old fashioned. Emma.

A verse of imagery, not so like me, but more like zera.


P.S. Never knew Oyster Boy was Tim Burton. And I rather like the stories.

Emma

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