Sun sets,
Casting a gloomy shade on the every green leaves.
A blackout,
Surrounds the birch bench I sit upon.
Dead,
The world stops and breathes.
Only for a moment.
You emerge,
Hands grasping you scarf.
I don’t know your name,
But something inside,
Feels right.
I wonder if you feel it too.
I can’t see you,
Blurred woman.
Yet, I saw it all,
We made our house, a home,
It was like it was real,
That ring on your finger,
Meant you were fine.
You illuminate this dark world,
Paint white dress,
With a baby blue scarf,
Covering what I assume,
Are your exquisite eyes.
What caused you to hide?
Your porcelain skin,
Cherry lips,
And chestnut hair.
You highlight the night,
Like a shooting star,
But so bright,
Your left faceless.
This beam of energy,
Rushing inside of me,
Wants me to settle down with you.
Some serendipity,
Is leading you to me.
I saw our lives,
Flash in my eyes.
And yet I still only see that blue scarf.
Just as fast as you lit up the night,
You vanished,
Covering me in darkness once again,
Not even leaving a foot print.
I can’t see you,
But you will be mine,
Blurred woman.
Brooke Gallant
Grade: 10 / Sec. IV
Fredericton High School
Fredericton, NB
“I was inspired by a painting by John Singer Sargent titled Sally Fairchild. In the painting, you can’t really see the woman’s face, so I made this poem about a man who is in love with this lady, but has yet to see her face.”
Bio
Brooke Gallant is a grade 10 student from Fredericton. She enjoys writing as well as reading poetry, and has a passion for dance. Her writing is based off strong emotions she feels when given time to write and puts her voice into a relatable perspective.