Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
owen goode Sep 2015
an icelandic papaver;
the jeweller's heart.
a froth of veins;
the body part.
a diamond hangs
like poplar fruit.
dew drop death;
the bitter root.

a tightened breath:
the morbid frost.
here they are
left to rot.
past winters freezing clutch:
sear the stem,
yet cold to the touch.
one of my first works - a rambling of images and words that came to me in a day dream

— The End —