Violets at the backdoor
by Bella Fawzi
Identifies with the nation of Egypt
Wandering through market stalls
with strawberry stained palms
chipped nail polish and silky braided hair
raw rose quartz chains
adorning collarbones
while tranquillity is found
in a charming hurricane.
Lights flicker in busy streets
and we are out dancing
living
our reeling senses at a loss;
spots on her face, sprinkles of glory
she’s stuck between my teeth
and I’m glad I’m out of floss.
The full moon has reached
its capacity, leaking
and we look up at Pluto
for approval, while we bury it
silence is no longer an interruption and
as an amber web covers her shoulders
the day is tangible from where we sit.
We drift in the margins
under paper-cut beams of sunlight
that stream softly to us
sharing clementines and philosophies
I thought I was not meant for
the beach, but our sea-side picnics are
the closest I’ve come to serenity.
As we eavesdrop on starlight whispers
I just barely overhear
that regardless of its wake
this could never cause regret
and I am certain of it because
my broken mirror brings good luck
when I hold it up to her silhouette.
Bella Fawzi (Egyptian and Dutch) was born in New York City in 2005, but after quite some travel has now been living in the Netherlands for over 10 years. Bella is a reader, a self proclaimed notes app poet and a 17 year old girl. She is an avid lover of nature, fruit, the moments in the margins, the moon and good conversation. Through her writing she explores youth, betrayal, absence, loss, raw realizations, growth and the multifaceted phenomenon of girlhood.