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Broken Strings

We are not theatre puppets hung by our strings
Old balls of yarn with our strings caught in manic tangles
Skimpy pink bikinis with our strings loose; a naked exhibition
We are humans whose strings voyage outside our bodies
It’s the strings that connect the hearts of the world

Our strings are resilient enough to face every day struggles
We feel their elated vibration when we laugh
And their gentle trembling when we cry
We are our strings and our strings are us
Both live in endless fear of the lethal blade

When a string is broken, it stings until it finally surrenders
Its illuminated glow fades to grey and then to black
Its once incredible strength yields to inescapable weakness
It begs your heart for salvation but there is no repair
And in the last second, it releases an audible sigh of acceptance

Broken strings hurt but cannot be spared
Broken strings will kill you


23

From my abandoned rooftop I see everything
Mapped outlines of grey streets and bâtiments
Scattered twinkling of lamps and chandeliers
Like memorial candles on cathedral alters

Everything is uglier when you get up close
So I lie in the filtered shadows above
The simplest battements of life continue
Concealing me in their violent time-lapse

I smile at the strike of a match
I’m a paper girl living in a paper town


French Sonnet in E Minor

The Parisian streets are merciless to us brutes and criminals.
We no longer imagine a future without ultra-violence.
Each day begins and ends with heartbreaking chaos-
Black eyes, bruised cheeks, or cracked ribs for unlucky bastards.
Homeless, we are not. Money, cigarettes, and wine, we have in multitudes.
Some will surrender themselves to God, others to their beautiful madness;
As Schubert and Chopin before me, I surrender to the holiness of the piano.
Blindness is cured, for there is sight in symphonies.

I play for those betrayed by lyrical truths and metaphor
For those who fear, those who suffer, those misled.
Raging fingers fly in a fury over ivory and black petals,
Keys clang and clash until they meld into molten concertos,
Yet graceful hands remain, arched in a delicate pose.
I seat myself before Cristofori’s child and the clamorous melody begins.


Cities

We lost our minds in cities
Burned cigarettes into old ashtrays
Made love in crowded daybeds
In cities, beautiful cities

We lost our minds in cities
Burned police cars into metallic explosions
Made bombs in moody basements
In cities, beautiful cities

We lost our minds in cities
Burned arms into delicious pink scars
Made murderers in prisons weep
In cities, beautiful cities

We died in cities
Burned bridges into midnight ash
Made peace in our fading hearts
In cities, beautiful cities


Nocturnal Creatures
                        
I have seen the perpetual melancholy of flesh life
Caught in violent waves, I weep in solitude
Love remains unchanged
Demons sweep seas between us

Caught in violent waves, I weep in devotion
My flaws are too deep to reach a perfected soul
Demons sweep seas between us
I fight pale sleep until I bleed memories

My flaws are too deep to reach a perfected face
Straining to breathe under suffocating, grey clouds
I fight pale sleep until I bleed memories
I embrace the darkness within you

Straining to breathe under suffocating, grey towers
The distance of oceans separates us
I embrace the darkness within you
Infinite multitudes of nocturnal creatures

The distance of age separates us
I have seen the perpetual bliss of flesh life
Infinite multitudes of nocturnal creatures
Love remains unchanged


Biography
Emma Forster recently completed her business degree and resides in
Victoria, B.C. During her studies, she developed strong interests in writing
and poetry. Her poems evoke intense images and interlace a dreamy quality
with elements of realism. Her enthusiasm for film and visual arts is a
constant source of inspiration. She hopes to pursue a Masters degree soon
and continue her writing. Emma's work was recently featured in the Summer
2015 issue of
Rust + Moth. emmaparadis.wix.com/emmaforster.

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Broken Strings
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French Sonnet in E Minor
Cities
Nocturnal Creatures

Poems by Emma Forster
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Published July 22, 2015