Wounded Flowers

Hear the shuffled footsteps drag upon the cold alone

Looking for a distant stone an ancient memory

Dryness caked upon the ground with lives that never were

Looking for a trace of wounded flowers

 

Rows of dying blossoms dripping open in the rain

Satyrs running naked in the summer nights of love

Cracked and dripping idols close their eyes against the pain

Blinded aged still aware of time

 

Memories are distant beauty long since gone

Innocent reflections giving succor to her song

Ancient eyes of fire reflected burning bright

Once the wounded flowers stood upright

 

And so the shuffled footsteps stop at wounded flowers faded

Drooping in their mayonnaise jar upon a lover's stone

He hears a song tormented the simple tune a cry

Playing to unwinding ropes of time

 

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Paul Sayer

Thu 24th Sep 2020 18:43

Blooming marvellous.

Paul.

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John Coopey

Wed 23rd Sep 2020 10:39

Lovely imagery and rhythm, Josephine. I like the way it drifts in and out of rhyme.
(But where might I see these naked satyrs?)

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Nigel Astell

Wed 23rd Sep 2020 10:18

The last two lines do it for me Josephine

He hears a song tormented the simple tune a cry
Playing to unwinding ropes of time

good use of rhyme

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