Difficult Damsels

"DIFFICULT

"She was incomprehensible,

for, in her, soul and spirit were one

- the beauty of her body

was the essence of her soul.

She was that unity sought for

by philosophers

through many centuries.

In this outdoor waiting room

of winds and stars

she had been sitting

for a hundred years

at peace

in the contemplation

of herself."

- F. Scott Fitzgerald

Her story is not just crimson pomegranates,

all of the splendour of spring bends to her will.

But this floral maiden also sends shudders of fear

with one delicate footstep through all of hell.

She reigns over the birth of flowers and gentle beings,

raises baby birds in her lap, and with fawns she plays.

She reigns over demons and demise alike

and before her fury, even death himself pales.

- Nikita Gill

Before she became fire, she was water.

Quenching the thirst of every dying creature.

She gave and she gave,

until she turned from sea to desert.

But instead of dying of the heat,

the sadness, the heartache,

she took all of her pain

and from her own ashes became fire.

- Nikita Gill