The thorns turn inward

Kristina Sheehan is an itinerant recluse, Vonnegut enthusiast, and aspiring wordplay artiste.

The thorns turn inward
By Kristina Sheehan

on a ribbon of twilight you descend into the garden
armed with cadmium, mercury, and lead:

rotting citrus thickens the gray
you stumble down a ravine whose footholds have
disintegrated
the bitter wind whips your bitter lips
a plum wine
and your cedar-chip splintered
fingers
fashion a recalibrated scale
with which you douse the flames
of unbridled yearning
that sprout around the edges
of each withered brown
leaf.

Posted by Annmarie at 10/23/2011 12:06 AM
Categories: today's words
Tags: Kristina Sheehan twilight garden cold roses
 

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