Joined: 04 Mar 2005
Posts: 5094
Location: Scotland
Kirkby Rose
Through a crack in the concrete
My rose springs, savage and young.
A neat breaker of hair surfs by her face,
Her teeth are cucumber rind and cool.
She is proof enough of miracles,
But through one yellow summer
She clung and grew to me,
As if I was the wonder.
But I light candles to her,
Pray to her photo every night,
Confess to the silence she leaves,
Longing to drink her wine,
Taste her bread.
Fri Mar 04, 2005 6:28 pm
Tigger Site Admin
Joined: 06 Feb 2004
Posts: 890
Excellent....have you posted this on the poetry borads?
Tigs
Sun Mar 06, 2005 11:57 pm
Mairi bheag
Joined: 04 Mar 2005
Posts: 5094
Location: Scotland
Not yet, Tigger. When I posted it here I didn't know there was a poetry board. Sometimes I can be so bloody clueless!
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