MagnoliaA Poem by Jane CascadeThe story of a scorching hot, blistering love affair I experienced as a twenty year old. A profoundly meaningful yet mundane infatuation that left me love drunk, broken, and healed all at once.
There was no heat our flower did not know
White stained like a satin snow I will never forget each magnolia I've seen Hearing them like a hot summer's scream Petals unfolding from inwards out, the first scream from its's mouth That summer with you felt like a magnolia picked just at bloom The scorching heat's scream was gone just after June Outside my grandmothers house grew tall and proud A magnolia tree its flowers falling all around The scent is so very sweet, I can smell the screaming heat Woe is me to fall for a lawfully wedded man The kind of love that speaks in code only we can understand When two hearts are bleeding but there's just one bruise I was your shadow, the other half you'd never choose Tangled like midnight"s bed sheets, in all those dreams I knew Safe and sound, you turned out the light, and tucked in the moon They all say she was such a beautiful young lady, you just called your baby That's what any honest man would do Then held her so tight, careful not to crush the magnolia inside of you The picture frame has broken right before my eyes Did you love that magnolia or just her pretty lies? Don't you see now she would be oh so sweet, once her screaming sound of summer is rid of the heat I secretly hoped you'd know better than to pick that magnolia, not because now you can"t forget her, but because she will never get older I aged in dog years, but stayed the same inside, because there's only one magnolia you ever really liked
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Added on April 7, 2026 Last Updated on April 7, 2026 AuthorJane CascadeMUNFORD, ALAboutA chameleon just changing form until I'm so sick at myself I have to shed my sleeve like a regretful tattoo. Amateur poet, getting a feel for my voice and my vision. No formal publications previously... more.. |

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