'My moon, my sun' - Ri Theodore (Year 12)
My moon, my sun;
a blossom . you began so rare and so wild. a
posy pink ; i repulsed at your beauty
but you grew, as did i.
we became daffodils . bright and young ; we didn’t care .
unforgivingly reckless ; majestic . we were so impossible .
i don’t know how we were
ever that ; youthful
and then we were water lilies . elegant and
complicated . our roots navigating through muddy
waters ; as we grew away from each other ; a
pond became an ocean
did i lose you?
we reunited in the rose garden . we were stunning .
yet picked and pruned till out petalled hearts
became mere thornes . which stabbed at each
other till blood watered our roots .
but it was okay . we grew again ; scars patched up
and rosy cheeks amiss in love .
we became posies and wildflowers . we were lost
in friendship ; it was wonderful . and look how far
we’ve come . blossoms to blossoming .
and now ; we are sunflowers . open and
unforgiving again . we love and we love each other .
unapologetically bright .
we remind ourselves ; how the moon loved the
sun so much ; that not even an eclipse could keep
them apart .