Lit-zine
JU
Trevi
Fly
You
Elika Ashoori
You
By the Trevi fountain she stood,
coin in hand, love on mind.
Humbled by the majestic presence
of gods forever frozen there in time.
Her wish she whispered to the coin,
like none she’d ever made before,
on that special summer’s day,
for her love to last forever more.
Her eyes followed her sacred wish,
as it soared through a thousand dreams,
only to find a resting place,
in the water’s grand embrace.
The ripples carried her request,
like glistening echoes of a song,
reaching Triton’s seashell ears,
where it would be safe from harm.
The merman carried her plea,
as swift as sunbeams through the sea,
and placed it in the powerful hands of Oceanus,
the great Titan.
By the Trevi she stands,
who is she now? A jest among gods.
A hopeless dreamer whose dream
never ever came true.
I love you,
and only you.
With you,
and alone.
When I hate you,
When you break me,
When I’m strong,
or torn.
I love you,
the monster in you,
your Dorian charm,
and its rotting tableau.
I fell in love,
and my soul chose you,
forever you,
regardless if yours
seeks a love brand new.
You can disarm me,
harm me,
leave me,
consume me,
deceive or trick me,
and my heart will insist
on seeing the good,
and only the good in you.
Your every flaw,
your darkness,
your venom
and all your heartless games,
disappear thinly,
into an unknown void,
where reality ceases to exist,
when you hold me,
and your smell embraces me
like a spell,
which makes me forget
everything my mind
urges to remember.
I will proudly carry the scars
you left on my body
and my heart,
and let them be reminders
of the intense passion,
which exists so powerfully in me,
a desire so strong,
that will claw at the walls of my heart,
and breaks open my caged chest,
and leaves my body
Worn down and destroyed.
And as I lay there,
wounded,
played
and betrayed,
I shall be content
with the thought
that no other soul in the world
would ever
so unquestionably,
selflessly
and fearlessly
love the whole of you.
With you,
or far from you.
Fly, pretty butterfly
Leave a trail of sun
and softly say good bye
to phantoms of the night
Take comfort in the rhymes
Circling your thoughts
Exuding from your sighs
forming lullabies.
Fly…fly sweet butterfly
over the mountain peaks
Closer to the skies
where magic gently sleeps.
See beyond the scars
roam above the hurt
of the sharpened claws
sunken in the dirt.
Fly, oh fragile butterfly
and let your softness speak
a thousand soothing words
to souls lost and bleak.
Take pride in the spark
of your brittle heart
that shines in the dark
when all falls apart.
Fly, colourful butterfly
Paint the little lives you touch
as you swiftly flutter by
with the rainbow of your smile.
Three days you’ve in this life
do not let the garden thorns
cut your tender wings in half
for early loss the nature morns.
Fly pretty butterflies
may you dazzle and surprise
with the glitter in your eyes
for true beauty never dies.
Elika is a British/Iranian actress living in London. Outside her acting career, she is a market trader/baker, specializing in macarons at the Greenwich Market. In her free time, Elika has always found poetry to be a therapeutic form of expressing herself. She has been writing poems both in Persian and English since a very young age.
Writing: https://lilika49.wordpress.com/
Acting : www.elikaashoori.com
Baking: lilikastreats