THE ENVY OF IVY

Delicate..
Is her satin skin
Fragile..
Akin to porcelain

Ivy leaves entwine themselves
In and amongst her flowing curls
As scarlet ringlets fall into place
To frame this picture, perfect face

Under candles light
Her cinnabar lips
Glisten with sorrow
For a teardrop drips
From her emerald eyes
As the noxious lies
Label this beauty
Poison Oak in disguise..

Such impudence staged
In song and dance
Voiced by the vicious,
And malicious assailants

These chants are sung
By the vindictive ones
Vengeful desires
From venomous tongues

Years of taunting
Had now tainted her soul
Until one day....
Ivy could take no more

Yet instead of accepting the devilish role
Of the poisonous oak...
They all hoped would soon fall

She embraced the trees that surrounded her.....tall
Entwining and climbing
Creating a wall
Where she could no longer hear
Her toxic name being called.

Carey Milton ©