H’s Homage

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Yazmin Omana

 

H you have a head of trinkets,

Rippling waves of raven;

The overarching upside ol’ parabola, a

Depthless “U” spiraling towards poofy

Oceans chained to moons.

 

H with your cold hand,

Frozen murders on the moors

Bruising over spines, finding highways

Your talons gurgle when you hold cauldrons like homes,

Those suffocating shrills of silver rings!

 

H, my love for H –

Effervescent bubbles of moscato boiling on the tongue

H, the expansive grasslands of giggles and gossip;

A Pride pure in its poetry for

 

At night, in our separate beds,

We talk of the macabre mourning – a violent hooded scythe!

Fruit soon to prune, those

Figs awaiting a scarlet harvest that

Drift into that terminal grieving.

 

 

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Yazmin Omana is a junior at Rutgers majoring in English with minors in comparative literature and film. She loves poetry and the way that words and film can share an emotion, and stir the most evocative experiences we can have.

Yazmin wrote this poem about her best friend. It was composed for a creative writing class taught by Professor Fuhrman, who selected the piece for inclusion in WHR.