I feel my poem needs a bit of background seeing as the Botticelli description was a bit thin (Not Archi's fault, she had 12 of these things to write and she did a great job!) Botticelli was a painter in Florence, one who often used gnostic themes in his paintings (The inclusion of multiple religion's images and ideas) rather than painting strictly Christian or secular images. He was later influenced by a radical Christian preacher who believed anything that was "heretic" or would tempt someone to commit sins should be destroyed. Botticelli had been in love with a married Florentine girl, who died a year after he met her. She was a recurring character in paintings he had done, and he requested to be buried at her feet when he died (a request that was granted). I've taken a romantic approach to the story, and had Botticelli placed at one of the "Bonfire of the Vanities" Archi described. Whether or not he burned any amount of his work at these bonfires is disputed given the large amount of work that still exists by him that would no doubt have been labeled "sinful", nontheless, he is here destroying the paintings he has made of her due to their sexual and tempting nature. Sorry for such a long winded backstory, but I thought it might add something to the reading. Please, enjoy!



All the wasted years I’ve spent

Brushstrokes of red on my soul of souls

As spirits wane and darkness grows

Here I stand, till again I know

The lost intent of a clouded mind

I will lament no longer my prison

But instead, keep my senses clean

And tonight I will dream of the trees

Tonight I will spring from the sea


Born among the waves of change

Despite that of Neptune’s benevolent grace

The flames will consume me while I sleep

Oh, if you could be here now to see

The forest withers, but your face remains

We’ll be together again, between the trees

My eternal slumber begins...


The growth of an unrequited love

The beat of my insatiable heart

As I lay to rest beneath your feet

I succumb to peace beneath the leaves

And take my place among the trees.




Thanks to Archi for organizing all this, and thanks to Lemon for a truly great read!

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