Porcelain Girl

Where once the bloom of joy and fun

Lit thy cheeks and sparkling eyes

A pallor has fallen, blanching all

As the thin brume fades the skies.

 

A changeling you may be perhaps

These fifteen years taken hence

Or it may be a malignant ennui

Caused by some deep offence.

 

Your words became so few and far

I wondered where you'd gone

Your heart a stone, your laughs forgot

From former loves withdrawn.

 

Books and music and tales you left

For fear of Satan's call

You said you felt almost nothing

Was it into madness I saw you fall?

 

A friend and sister I once loved

Your spirit shimmered like a pearl

But that has long since been crushed

And you are left a porcelain girl.

  

7/5/2012

Reviews

[Skye]

I enjoyed reading it, if it was a bit sad. Wonderful poem.