Delia DeCourcy
Cary Academy
It's A Mystery
My name
sounds like a flower attempting to open, and when it does, the flower
blooms
and blooms, through winter, summer, spring, and fall. Some of the buds
are small and tight, others languid and lazily hanging from the stem.
Delia has been Dahlia and Delilah and Del-ee-a to others. But to me
it's always a two or three syllable food that rolls elegantly off the tongue
to be devoured by the ear. What ear would not want to eat this word,
rich with depth, strong with height, endless with mystery?