THe Sun Will eat my red desert mirage
The Sun Will Eat My Red Desert Mirage
Villanelle poem
Aliyah American Horse
Listen to the quiet without the rain
A thief of myself, a girl like me
Do you know her name?
A reflection of herself living in her place
Western grown, hair of a midnight sea
Listen to the quiet without the rain
Silenced trails of crimson, roads she made
I’ll take comfort in the possibility
Of a reaper in the rattlesnake in my way
Bring by a girl just as I, unpaid
For leaving a red desire buried
Listen to the quiet without the rain
Long-legged, pale-skinned pain
Her feet blistered and bloodied
To hang my desires on rusted barb wires, is it sane?
Just an eerie cloak of a clock is what remain
Ticking throughout a canyon walls, echoing
Listen to the quiet without the rain
A silence so loud, taken in vain
The Sun Will Eat My Red Desert Mirage was inspired by my birth state, Utah. I spent some time traveling down there and found the deepest inspiration in the mountains and the desert. In this poem, I find myself walking through each world I was raised in, the desert and the plains. Two beautiful, yet intricate and differing place that shape who I am.