Originally published on https://uosstudyingabroad.wordpress.com/ As the beginning of my second term at the Université de Lausanne approaches, I have been thinking about the start of my study abroad experience, everything I wish I had done, and what I’m going to try to do next term. Classes: As a literature student, I was dead set on taking literature courses, so I […]
Bow before your queen You are nothing but a metaphor. ‘Dress as if it is your last day on earth- because it is.’ Skin that is still healing from childhood falls, I kneel for the first time in my life. I braid my hair lazily, leaving strands that could have been pulled out by the wind, Because I know I […]
Ophelia poses by the lake, Unbeknownst, it is the one who will draw her breath away. The tree that will betray her, Her flowers ready for a funeral, She stares on. At the water that will veil her in death, The olive branches will fall around to grant her peace, Her skirts of candid feathers will weigh her down. She […]
I beg the mirror one more time, Show me Show me Who I will become. You will be as beautiful as a rose So I use them to tie my hair, Crush the petals to make pigment for my cheekbones. You will be as slender as a fairy So I tie golden bands around my arms, And wear clothes too […]
Thorns form a bracelet as I bite down on the rose petals, Drinking in the dew drops. I imagine it is your blood, You’re the one who planted them, after all. They climb the walls of the palace, Begging me to escape with them, Showing me the way, Blossoms have more freedom than I do. The thorns dig further into […]
I lose myself in the water so much I cannot look away. If my fall blesses me, the lilypads might cushion me, And the lotus flowers crown me before I drown. I cannot forget what the trees look like; I see them caressing the hair of my other self, Who smiles from below and reassures me of my destiny. But […]
Like every day, I watch her from afar. Her last days of freedom, she walks along the cliffs and stares at the waves in the distance. Gone are her colourful past gowns, But luckily, I cannot lose her among the waves; the red parasol draws me in like a beacon. Her sister alongside her, A guard with invisible knives pressed […]
Some things in life are organic poems. I don’t need to dissect them in my diary and stitch them up with pretty metaphors, they are born ready to be appreciated. I wore jeans to the first funeral I ever attended. My grandfather’s. Black jeans and a black jumper, in Italy we don’t dress up for funerals, it wasn’t a celebration. […]
In Memoriam. It is with great sadness that we announce the passing of Eleonora Pacini, who departed this world on the twelfth of January at the age of twenty. Eleonora was born on the twenty-first of December to Carlotta and Marco Pacini in Prato, Italy. An avid reader, she was studying literature at a local university. She will always be […]