Starstruck. This pastel display

you’ve painted. The sky. Your eyelids.

Your scarves and skirts. You only

penciled me in. Once. I had to

run into you, a splash of water

in your landscape. A speck in your space.

Your carved-right-out-of-citrine face.

Cracks a smile. Cracks my andesine heart.

Dumbstruck. My greeting is an ash grey

storm cloud swirling around you. You

shake me off as soot, then fade away.

(June, 2018)
Image by Enrique Meseguer from Pixabay

Published by Jennifer Patino


13 thoughts on “Struck

  1. I love this poem Jennifer. It reminds a little of one of mine in the sense that one character is colourful and looked-up to and the other, the speaker, feels washed out, unimportant in comparison. I love the word choices, especially carved-right-out-of-citrine face / cracks a smile. That’s brilliant.

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  2. This was beautifully written, Jennifer! Enchanting descriptions woven throughout – really emphasises the stark contrast between the speaker and their companion who only sees them as a fleeting distraction.

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