Disclaimer: everybody knows they are not mine, 'cause they belong to each other - erm- to J.K. Rowlings.
Warnings: poetry, alternating p.o.v.s, lack of periods if at the end of a verse (it's just my style)
Author's note: seems I cannot write poetry about them unless it's two-voiced and needs a two columns layout... This is so much more so: the two blocks should really be mirroring one another, and the last line is a closure for both. Reviews are loved. PS: somebody knows how to leave a blank line? (this time I resorted to using dots, but it's not the same)
Erised
I found the room, and in the room the mirror
I only could see mercury and glass
...
Grey- an emotionless colour, flat and dull
...
Your steely glares, the edge of razorblades
bleeding unicorns, scales of dragons
sickles of moon, puddles of rain
...
Your fixed stares, shimmer of silver coins
smoke coiling from the fire, moving clouds
mother-of-pearls, raw silk, a single tear
...
Your unreadable gaze, sparks from my wand
fog welling up with conjuring Patronum
the memory, in a Pensieve, of your smile
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Grey- the colour of the deepest of emotions
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I find the room, and in the room you stand
This time I do not need to face the mirror
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I never searched the room to find the mirror
It only gleamed with emeralds. I fled
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Green stands for everything I loathe and fear
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Your eyes, when you rejected me. The darkness
in the Forbidden Forest. Leaping flames
through which nobody talks. My stifling robes
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Your eyes, each time you insulted me. Some poison
Bruises upon my skin, the coiling Mark
light of the Killing Curse, scales of Nagini
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Your eyes, the once you smiled. Slytherin gems
spilled to fill up my hourglass. New leaves
Small apples, juicy and sour. Potions of Healing
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Green stands for everything that I do love
...
I step into the room. I ignore the mirror
and wait until your footsteps reach my toes
...
Eyes close, lips meet, and the reflection matches