Words and Thorns

There is power to be found in the word

Love and affection felt with tenderness

Experienced through the ink of the pen

Raw emotions in the harsh wilderness

This blood filed pen, pierces like the sharp thorn

That staunchly protects the fragrant red rose

Warning off unsuitable pursuers

A moment in time, blood and thorn now shows

Dripping with the sheer desire to survive

Each word oozes with a need to be read

Spoken with passion and authority

Not to linger in an old book `til dead

Likewise the rose`s need to stay untouched

To grow tall with elegance and beauty

Therefore these fearfully sharp thorns comply

Protecting these flowers are their duty

The enriched wonder of the word and thorn

Sealed with think ink, are entwined together

For the realisation of their existence

Their power will remain with us for ever

Ink, blood, words and protective thorns,  they are all linked in a powerful image for me

© Lis Bull 2014