The Tale of Esmeralda La Tish

The Tale of Esmeralda La Tish

Esmeralda La Tish of town Amor was a shimmering girl

In the sun of her nine years – in the smile of her twirl

Known all about for her smiling and grinning and such

She was a shining girl nothing bothered her much

Until the day in the park leafing through page after page

Her eyes fell upon something that bubbled unfamiliar a rage

A rage that came rolling like thunder yard, by the yard,

changing her status from peace to action in one single flash without guard  

Spied she a hate full word painted in red on the curb of the seat of a bench like a murderous slash

Like a slash in her world of puffed clouds and sky blue

Spewing venom like thick tarry muck from a spill-bottle of goo

She rose from her bench this shimmering shiny girl with a twirl

Tried to wipe it away with handfuls of ripped words from page

after page

But the blood red word stayed and fueled this newly felt unstoppable rage

She felt her own blood pulse hard, drum loud in her ears

She felt the thunder of righteousness pound down through the years

From all those who had suffered with no one to speak

She knew she would do something right now as her outrage took form, became solid and thus hit its peak

Esmeralda La Tish that shimmering girl

Sat down on the smirched bench with a smile and a twirl

Came to rest near the steps of the courthouse with a smile sparkling deep in each eye transformed into living stone for a good while

And now these long years since that bright sunshiny day

People travel by trains, jets, and boats here to see and to say

That shimmering glittering statue of the girl with the book

A vision of all that is good appeared when Esmeralda was took

A remarkable likeness of that shimmering magical girl with a book

That hid with her body, her marbled words and her breath

The haters words obscuring forever and ever their particular hook

Was a strange thing in the sparkled town of Amor by the sea

The seated shining girl statue appeared to sit down at the end of a twirl –

And still unto today her smile beams over the town from that high point on the steps of the courthouse by the sea –

the unmovable, irrefutably lovely mysterious icon that came there for all to learn from and see,

in the town of Amor where no hatred can ever be