Poem based on the L’Eté (Summer) sculpture by Charlotte Gabrielle Besnard
She laughs like the summer breeze,
curly hair flowing around her shoulders,
a smile in her eyes overflowing with
shyness and amusement.
There are giggles among gorgeous waves of dipping skies and beautiful smiles as
her heart runs and no longer bunches herself with anxiety.
There is the smell of a salty sea breeze as the summer blinding lights
shine from the sun above,
as she hears the rustle of grassy fields,
masking a hue of deep, crystallizing oranges and ruby reds.
If I could greet her and bow down to her
ever so slightly,
I would hear her softened,
crisp words,
as my white tunic would reach across the ground, and flow with the wind.
Or I would stand,
within a large crowd of thousands,
hidden away from her view and
watch the warmth in her eyes dissolve
into a stony disposition.
As the hundreds of masses lower themselves to their feet,
cloaks a finicky sweep,
masses that spread till the millions,
bowing down to the heir of Summer.
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Written By: Nayana Sharma
Date Published: 10/01/2022
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