Forests of Emerald – Loren Rae

Loren Rae

I never noticed how green And positively radiant you are As I drive and pollute you with Rotting soot. Die above me so when

You drop onto my bonnet I’ll die along with you.

It’s certainly what I deserve Because regardless of when I die, You, the beauty, Will continue to wander your Roots deep beneath my corpse. Reaching, stretching, and gravitating Toward something much better than us.

The small ones with empty minds As we step on your Everlasting roads beneath And steal the only thing you give us. The only thing that keeps us alive. How dare us

Defy an abundance like yours.

I will treat you like royalty As you wear your crown so high above Your top line, so far out of my reach Where I don’t deserve to see it,

And you shall blossom without our insignificance And toxic brains, and soul-destroying hands, And rotting hearts, and tell us,

Tell us how beautiful your crown is In the sunshine and once we’re gone And being enveloped by your greenness, Keep growing, Because you’re more worthy than me. You were here first And you will be here last.

Chantelle Gourlay

The Complexities of Woman

The warmth of a thousand suns,

Envelops a small cherub’s wing. A tiny creature with a rosebud smile And eyes of rainforest green.

Her power is beyond reason, Not a thing of evil nor sway. A touch of her delicate fingers, And every worry melts away.

Into the moonlight she steps, A free spirit not to be weighed down— By a bad seed or melancholy thoughts. She allows a smirk to play on her lips.

So soft in nature and yet so moving, She truly is a force to be reckoned with. Delicate as a tulip bud with the Fire of a demon filling her belly.

She does wonder like a child,

The cruel world she tumbles within.

Why do those different look down Upon her and assume ignorance? They expect her to nitpick, Change an eyebrow, a dimple. But not her, she feels happiness, She feels at peace with her vessel.

She has no need to explain herself, She is no fragile porcelain doll. A pool of silvery light licks her, Peering down she sees her reflection.

And for the first time in a long time, No grimace mars her features. She takes in her body, her face, Wholly content with her being.

She is kissed by the moonbeams, Her eyelashes fluttering beneath them. A daughter of Aphrodite, A vibrant force of nature.

She is a woman in entirety. More powerful than anything.