481 - Marianne's Hands - A Poem

 

I initially composed this poem in French, back on 23rd October (2023). I encoded certain information there, including in certain compositional constraints that I chose. You can read the original here. 

In adapting, I had to sacrifice most of the rhymes, in order to keep it flowing. 

Marianne's Hands - a Poem

Cindy appeared in her plant space,

a flower with clearly fragile contours.

Her horticulturist learned of the serious peril,

this shadow hiding stems and petals.

The gardener's supplications granted,

Drifting sergeants sent.

    

Despite her diligent, laborious effort's

Marianne's hands fell short;

Cyrus removed Cindy from her embrace,

accelerating his steps, blurring his tracks;

standing up to the many constables

with blinded eyes; almost incredible escape!

Patiently migrating on the big pond,

from their sight, a real fugitive!

Gardener, sergeants and Marianne widely lost,

gave up, hungry for means;

while Cyrus was thus able to replant Cindy,

making her grow in a novel pot.

The new soil too distinct,

she grew up in disjointed style.

Many storms passed

above this flower.

Stories worthy of thriller's

years of suffering,

Cindy's roots got bogged down.

Their colors remained continually pale,

perpetually lacking sufficient nutrients.

Any flowering was invariably experimental.

She languished, stunned by Cyrus' virulent shovel blows.

He was much worse than a talentless gardener;

The toxic food stuffed by this brute shoved Cindy closer to the terminal!

At the edge of the abyss, Cindy the light spotted,

the sun came out, its rays bursting with hope!

A flowering was finally possible and even expected,

but you will have to wait for the rest of this  story.