i had originally started this piece back in june—the end of june, rather—and finally finished it today. parts of this piece are part of four separate poems that i then turned to two. it is reminiscent of the blooming in spring and a sense of purpose in life. it serves as a personal reminder of living a life filled with beauty, passion, and the occasional pain—for what is life without all three?
i was also seriously yearning for a chance to use ‘troubadour’, which can mean artist, poet, singer... i wanted to be introspective and see myself in third-person, writing is my catharsis and what i find most valuable, a relief ? (!) anyway, this is called ‘deadly matinée’, matinée meaning a performance. i wanted to capture roberta flack's ‘killing me softly’ with the ending.
hope you enjoy xx