So, there's this thing I wanted to share with my family here. I'm going through a small but significant metamorphosis. I've been writing under the name "halburntcigs" from the very first day. Hiding my true self under this pseudo but beautiful armor. I'm learning to accept myself. Learning to embrace myself. I'm trying to be me. I've decided to start using my initial for the same reason.
@joybirdpoetry I'm still your burnie though. Your writings have always lighted me up. You're a bolt of lightning!
@igautamji Someone I always count on. Inspires me to be better.
I love reading children's books. I've read them since I could read. Even today, if I get my hands on any one of them..I pick them up shamelessly just like an excited kid. What I love about them is that they have the ability to make me dream. They made me a dreamer and they continue to do so even today. The pictures speak to us in ways words couldn't. They are nothing fancy. Just ordinary words written for kids to comprehend. But they speak volumes when it comes to magic. I've been a believer of magic, fairies and everything in between. I believe in witches too. I've believed in everything I was told is just a story. Because it popped in someone's mind. They wrote it down for me and others like me. They are as alive and as true as I am. The pumpkin chariot, the glass heels, rapunzel's long hair, Charlie's chocolate factory and many more things make sense to me. For I believe there is magic in this world. We are just an inch away from a miracle in our lives. There are fairies lingering around in our dim porch lights and dark lawns. There is some magic taking care of us. I hope someday you believe in it too.
This piece is inspired from a book (again, a children's book) I read a year back. It's called, "The girl who drank the moon" by Kelly Barnhill. Kelly Barnhill has written some beautiful books that I absolutely love and adore. Maybe you should check her work out too.
Summer was here to stay
The type of girl who's loyal
Till the very end.
She brings those little strange flowers and
Makes a wreath for your head.
She is clumsy
She spills frothy milk on her skies
And yet you call it beautiful.
The sun is furious,
Looking at this gorgeous mess she comes with.
He burns bright in rage
Turning breathing a painstaking effort
Making it heavy as lead.
Summer cries, she's hurt
And goes to the attic
She packs up her things like always
And runs down the stairs
She takes away the green she came with
She fruits the willow fields
That were once colorful and blaring
Like the sirens in the wind.
She's a rebel, the sun says as he leaves
He follows her trails, his beloved child
The one he loves so dearly.
The deciduous whine,
As they are ripped off their virdescent
Their leaves turn to gold and they fall to the ground
Like pieces of glass all over.
At a distance, on an old country road
The bus halts for a passenger
A girl walks down with ginger hair,
Freckles and earthy eyes
That make everyone stare
She hums a song that makes you dance
As she walks down the road with her bags
With her midas touch, she turns to gold
Everything that she tags.
The southerly wind makes a stop
To wink at her and make her stay
The whole town is wondering
Whose wild child is this?
She walks up to the fields and touches the yields
Blessing them and giving them the strength
To survive and serve others
With a prosperous harvest
She opens the doors and gets to the cabinet
Where the people keep their gin and tonic
She sits on the porch as the town gathers around
Realizing who she finally is.
An old man gets his ukelele and sings songs of her
And she laughs and dances to his strings
While serving men and women alike. Spreading joy around like a wildfire
She is like a gospel choir that everyone celebrates
The one that makes you forget the bitter parting
Of a girl named summer
That the town once loved.
The people are finally relieved
As a cold wind blows a poem
A summer lost, long gone
Here comes our Autumn.
P.S. Thank you so much @writersnetwork for the kind repost. Thanks for making it an EC. It really means something to me. Much love to people who took the time to appreciate it.