This path tangled with
Sharp points and burrs
Prick and stick and burn
Catch my feet that sink
Into soft moist ground
Beyond raw red lines
Across bare skin
I find small blooms of
Pale yellow and burgundy
Tucked between thorns
And shadows
This path tangled with
Sharp points and burrs
Prick and stick and burn
Catch my feet that sink
Into soft moist ground
Beyond raw red lines
Across bare skin
I find small blooms of
Pale yellow and burgundy
Tucked between thorns
And shadows
Poetry and Verse 