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Wish, Miss Turkey: A Story Untold
Like Candle In The Wind

This poem was inspired by a beauty pageant's life in Turkey. The name, Wish, has been translated from the Turkish language.
My wonderful and intelligent friend, Thief, led me to write this poem, through his ‘A Princess and a Queen’ poem.
Deep, rich hue of the wild Amazon fern, sparkling, alluring were her eyes.
Light auburn hair waved down to her fair porcelain shoulders.
Miss Turkey, with that smile, travelled from one town to another,
Modelled her way through, tried on the new Italian fashion,
Posed for the cameras as a side hustle. Oh, she adored the attention!
Her laughter echoed through the halls, smooth and sweet,
Gave her the nickname, Monroe.
Flowers on the doorsteps, French perfumes, pearls and pretty poetry,
Wish was proud of her image, being irresistible and everyone’s wish.
A man’s feelings were rather amusing to her, an interesting game,
Until each day seemed the same. Then, she would blow out the flame,
No fear, no doubt, Wish was impossible to tame.
Several winters have passed, nature mocked in delight;
Mirrors were the new protagonist. Lonely and small, the lady went crazy.
Visions of heaven and hell, like she was under a spell,
Wrinkles showed, obsessions flowed.
House of bouquets shaped into a haunted museum;
Collections of dolls, antiques and beauty powders, but no tickets were sold.
Shall she clean? Shall she wrap her mind in hygiene?
If the spots are gone, could she be back at eighteen?
She was no longer the queen.
The light of passion dimmed.
As the world grew, with the kids and the kids of the kids,
Like a candle in the wind, time blew her off into thin smoke.
But I’ll die pretty, she reassured herself,
In this cold city, where all legends fade into meaninglessness.







