Poem -
Riches
Circling high above the grey
The Lily holds its secrets to its breast
This constant surge towards the forbidden
The lure, the pull towards the darkĀ
Nestled safely in the light of comfort
But wanting the tear and the rip
Craving, in the shadows of silenceĀ
The blood and the rending
And every scarlet drop
Is my jewel
And behold, he bestows upon her
Riches
strange and redly gleaming
Ā
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Deidre, I read this a while back and was captivated by your intense and beautifully descriptive writing.
Superb to read throughout and not a word that doesn't belong.
Beautiful engaging poetry.
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