Soft floured pastry like talc on new-born skin
Fondled and fashioned, in pursuit of perfection,
An egg wash glow in the beauty of youth
Too soon, overcooked in the heat of young passion
Limpness turned hard, yet brittle, crumbling to your knife
Of rejection, oozing the softness inside
Still vibrant, yet bitter, all sweetness consumed.
(by Sally)
(by Sally)
Philosophical - would like to see more verses, R
ReplyDeleteReally liked this. Lovely images and clever parallels. Made me feel a bit sad and empty, which I guess was the point. Will look forward to discussing. BG
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