Comments about Alice Schesya
The Lady In The Camellia
I can still see your unspoken words,
Unheard yet reverberating in
A resonance of sweet harmonious dissonance,
Overtones my eyes recognise as colours
But which my ears fail to comprehend.
And in their watery reflections,
Your eyes also have their music
Transparent and wordless like unvoiced vowels
Silent like the camellia I hold in my hand.
And if I tilt this flower
And you come tumbling out,
Wings ruffled and delicious in your impotent rage
Would you not utter a single admonishing phrase
I gaze upon the flower, this miniature ...