secret santa (tapsanta) wrote in unraveled, @ 2016-12-30 10:43:00 |
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To: Dro
From: St. Nick
Who: Severus Snape
i. overture
The boy, like his house, is painted in all over gray.
Anonymity is his bulwark; through the alleys,
and past the uncompromising walls which hem
any sort of dream, he becomes fluent
in understanding his place.
Color seeps in slowly. He watches it drift
into his world, a gentle red cloud
of hair, a conspiratorial wink in green eyes.
He knows color. He loves it like Dante
loved Beatrice: starry-eyed, untouchable.
ii. entre’acte
Boy learns to be man.
There is a minute pause in between
the lift of the wand and the wriggling
spell which leeches knowledge.
A minute pause in which gray leaps up,
broad chested, to absorb , to allow color
to pass through the window ,
beyond the stars.
iii. outro
Fanfare lives for the bright, for the quick,
it does not live in the heart of the survivor.
It doesn’t live in the man’s heart.
Instead, he listens to the rattle of his own breath,
listens to the boat creek in its mooring,
listens to her son cursing and his friends’ silence.
Long years he thought he wanted to die.
Not like this. Except when the boy looks at him,
despite the pity and the revulsion, the color
comes again. And he thinks yes, maybe.
Maybe like this.