Beth | Teen Ink

Beth

October 9, 2022
By mariacangro14 GOLD, Staten Island, New York
mariacangro14 GOLD, Staten Island, New York
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Favorite Quote:
“There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice.” - F. Scott Fitzgerald


Walls can talk but nature cannot. So I stay

here and take in the boats sketched across

 


the sea, the bridge beneath my feet, and the weeds: that bend to your will, in an ephemeral

 


genuflection, begging you to hold their hands.

Milky waters remain murky from the cursed

 


stain of poetry. The piecemeal docks above

a battalion of rocks lean against houses,

 


where it is sinful not to have a green light

oscillating. Scruffy silhouettes carved into

 


the night walk along the dwindling road that

brings us to her. Her. We named her Beth.

 


She is a statue without any signification.

It is an enigma how quickly her blue color

 


became copper. She sits alone at the bottom

of a see-saw, forsaken with no one to balance

 


out her weight. And so stays where she was

made. I can only hope she is okay with that.

 


I remove the twigs intruding on her esoteric

cul-de-sac, and we decide she is a memorial

 


to child-like time. We create our days with a fresh kill, like vigilantes engaged in organized

 


crime. Someday we will return to Beth, and our words will teeter euphoniously—like karaoke.


The author's comments:

I wrote this poem after a night of exploration with a dear friend. It was night, and we wandered around a park that I had been frequenting since I was a kid. But that night, the park seemed so different and new, and I saw parts of it I’d never previously seen. This poem is me trying to encapsulate the beauty, the intrigue, and the holiness of that night. 


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