Scarlett September Poem by Saskia Harjono

Breathing the scent of September
The flawed fairy tale I always remember
With whom I placed my hidden treasure
Nothing to gain but thorny pleasure

It’s all by the book, all needed is look
All same patterns leading to the path where it’s written…

The feeling within so bizarre
A tragic woven web it is by far
Roaming an asymmetric love fantasy
Finalize the bitter fine-looking misery

The mystical crystal glaze
Rationalized by the illogical fire blaze
Unveil the secret passage to the heart of the maze
As the dark damp cave moisturizes the flame in haze

Light the gleaming torch and keep the pace
Uphold the sapphire armor as time stretch
Let alone the dark figure race
Sulking the blaze and leave only haze

No flame to recall
The bushes advance the fall
Let this mist be eternal

Scarlett September
The wrong-way romance is remembered