Oh, Dorian

You said you loved me

and seemed a decent man,

promised we'd marry,

but you locked me out

while you feasted with the devil

selling your soul to the games.

You wanted nothing but a whore

at your beck and call.

I tried to convince myself

that I loved your face

but your picture in my attic

looked like someone else.

His eyes could commit murder

just to get his own way,

his crooked grin

showed he knew no remorse.

Oh, Dorian,

you played with my heart.

Now I know who you are.

I drown like an Ophelia.

You came back calling,

but never confessed to your sins.

I slammed the door in your face,

and for some reason it hurt.

Your arrogance cried

"I know you still love me"

but your picture in my attic

was drilling my brain.

I ran upstairs

and stared the truth in the face,

couldn't help but feel repulsed

by your tainted flesh.

It became all too clear,

I tore the canvas in rage

and set fire to the house

but I can't shake off your lies.

Oh, Dorian,

you played with my heart.

Now I know who you are.

I drown like an Ophelia.

Ode for Tea

Fade the blues away,
blow the clouds afar.
Warm amber poured
into ivory so fine.

Fill with your sweet scent
my little princess' room
where teddy bears and dolls
join, all dressed in silks,
to enjoy, just before sunset,
fishpaste, lemon tarts,
scones topped with white cream
and strawberry preserves
from my Yorkshire dear.

Slide into my fingertips,
rest among fine laces,
breathe across my curls
and kiss me
with a taste so sublime
you'll make me feel I'm finally
home...

'Tis my one companion.
'Tis my summer breeze.
'Tis my cup of tea


Algo para ir picoteando mientras llegan los invitados:
Éste es un poema antiguo que recuperé de algún rincón de mis archivos. Quizá no sea gran cosa: un canto a mi bebida indispensable, el té; pero contiene algo de la nostalgia de la infancia, y algo del conflicto entre lo que el alma siente que es (hija de reyes que pasa el día haciendo lo que le place en un mundo hermoso de cortesía y refinamiento) y la vida terrenal que le ha tocado, y éstos son los temas presentes en Lluvia en la memoria y en mi próximo proyecto.