• Lantern

    i sat engulfed in
    the moon’s cold embrace as she
    weeps, melancholy trailing down
    her crater dimples
    in tears of torrential rain as my
    mother spits into her pork dumplings
    singing xiao tù zi guai guai
    to my sisters reminding them not to trust
    wolves in rabbit clothing, while i remained
    on the cold glass
    trying to decipher the language they speak
    in its intricacies because i can’t speak love
     
    my mother tells me
    to invest vibrant colors in calligraphy,
    arts and crafts but how can i when
    my world is sepia:
    damp ink stagnant on blank parchments
    while my sisters’ calligraphy brushes dance
    to perfumed staccatos
    dotted with jolly; they play with their
    cherry red matryoshka dolls while i am
    stuck with discarded
    silk figurines – colors drained by time and
    neglect like how my mother exiled me to
    wet grass, dampened
    by the remains of the moon’s melancholy
    and tears of women with tarnished reputations,
      
    tarnished by cocooned words
    spoken by lips that have kissed a frightening insecurity
    telling them that they are silk figurines, but only because
    they pour powder on their cheeks
    to become a concept that my mother can understand
    since she invests herself in these flawed concepts
    to understand me
    as a darkened sky, painted by clouds
    soaring lanterns that replace the stars
    this is why i stay engulfed
    in the moon, molding tea into the cup she
    thinks i am, holding my silk figurine close
    to my breasts
    neglecting reality
    sitting on wet grass
     
    Natasha Sondakh

    Natasha Sondakh
    Grade: 12

    Jakarta Intercultural School
    Jakarta

    Educator(s): Geoffrey Carpenter

    Awards: Poetry
    Gold Medal, 2018

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