Seventeen Years Told Through Flowers by Kira Belaousoff

Poet name: Kira Belaousoff Poem title: Seventeen Years Told Through Flowers Poem: I remember a girl, twirling in green, Pigtails curly, and shoes long forgotten. With a mug as naïve as a cabbage, and a buttercup spirit, She’d sit, sunlit, rays in her halo hair, And the proud willow bowed to her. She grinned like dandelion seeds and danced in maple-key formation. I remember her. I remember someone wiser with a stare like burning lavender. Red and wild, carnation incarnate, draped in inky dresses, Deciding careful arrangements of lilies, dripping with sympathies Have less personality than a dying dove. Chairs in rows, as fair forget-me-nots stand without care, And blossoms take on a different air. Flowers echo his last heartbeat, Incense smelling sickly sweet, Prickly seats, Barb, bramble, burr, She swings the myrrh, I remember her. I know a girl who’s more foliage than flowers. She loves with thorns and endures with a pine needle vigor, A reverse gravedigger, She’s the bow of the willow, In the garden, praying to a muddy god. Soil-darkened palms and knees stained sod-green. Learning and loving how life grows. I know her. End of poem. Credits: Copyright © Kira Belaousoff Born and raised in downtown Toronto, Kira Belaoussoff walks quickly, talks loudly, and writes religiously. She will be attending the University of Toronto in the fall, studying Psychology.