In a field of darkness there is one light
Alone I seek to grow this lonely rose
Promise of future petals that are white
My love is dirt from which my flower grows,
Await my rose’s bloom all so fast
My rose’s beauty alike Polaris
With powers to erase my neglected past
Trauma I hope it will not inherit.
Oh no!–the wicked Devil does arrive
His breath possesses the heart of fire
My rose has become his eye of desire
He shouts, “I need your rose to stay alive,
For I will pay you all your heart desires!”
I slit the stem of my love and she dies…
For my Beloved blog post, I decided to write a sonnet depicting the situation that Sethe is put in when she decides to kill Beloved. Sethe is the speaker, and the object of the poem “the rose” is representative of beloved. The motif I payed close attention to throughout the book was birth and pregnancy, which was meant to portray how the next generation symbolized hope. This is a reason why I was so drawn to Sethe’s incredible dilemma.
I wanted to capture a situation in which someone would kill something that they loved to save it. The image I had in my head was a clearing in a forest that had only one flower growing in it amongst all of the grass. Before the flower ever gets a chance to bloom, fire surrounds it. The only way to “save” that flower so that it can eventually blossom is to cut its stem like slitting a throat.