wicked

For my third Generation, I decided to chronicle a couple I know very well -Elphaba and Fiyero from the novel and musical Wicked. This poem is about them, from the perspective of Fiyero's wife, Sarima. It does reference the novel occasionally...

You didn't have to be tender
because she didn't exist
"Blue diamonds on a green field"
Whatever happened to
Blue diamonds
shimmering on
an expanse of marble gypsum?

You didn't have to be tender
because Truth was precious
standing with opal and ruby
in the lineup of
golden livelihoods.
It was too inward,
too individual,
too dangerous to lose
Too lacking to sell

You didn't have to be faithful
A fat wife and three tribal children -
A life in the barren homelands
(five crazy sisters)
They don't compare
to
the rush and hustle of the glitter-city
to a green girl with
spindly limbs
and a long-set bitterness in her face
And so I ask you this:
Whatever happened to
Blue diamonds
shimmering on

Hey, I’ve got this poem,
Due tomorrow for
English class,
I need some help.
I can’t quite get it right.

Um… you do know you’re
Talking to someone who
Hasn’t read a book
Cover to cover
Since fourth grade?

I don’t want you
To write it for me.
I just need to bounce
Some ideas off you.
Now, hold on to something.
This is going to be wicked.

What? The poem?