A Midsummer Night’s Dream

Words stuffed against the back of my throat
That I neither said nor thought nor felt

The mould into which you forced
The clear spring of my intentions

You mistake silence for coldness
Then retreat into the most glacial hush
That I have ever known

A height of several thousand feet
To which you fled
My wings in hand
Then crouched before the window
Shed a tear
Murmured that I abandoned you

And if you were to turn and ask
Why I did not give chase
Only to fall and crush
My limbs against the frozen stone

I would say that I have played the nurse
Some four times now

And I have always been a quick learner

I would point to the stars and sun
The scorched earth
And I would say that we are twinned
Thought for thought
Weakness for weakness

I have been a fool
And learned my lessons too hard
To play Helena yet again

But I would yell three words in your direction
Had I the strength to abandon my defences

Speak and speak and speak my mind
If I ever thought you would believe me.

Sammi Rose was born in Dublin in 1991. She has been writing since she was old enough to pick up a pencil. She became an accidental poet somewhere in 2007 and keeps the bones of a novel or two tucked inside a folder. This is her first published piece. She hopes to continue the trend until you get downright sick of seeing her name in print.