Her cheeks a'blooming
Fresh petals
Assuming a charm
All their own....
Flesh roses
In a flute of bone.
Her arms are strong wings
Ethereal beauty, poised
For her journey, as a
Tern is
On its long feathered flight
From the North
She wings her way
To the South
Only to meet
The arctic waste
Once more...
Yet the flesh roses never fade
For they are
frozen with tears.
Catherine Jarvis
8/19/2019
Aug 20, 2019
Aug 20, 2019 at 1:34 AM UTC
Her cheeks a'blooming
Fresh petals
Assuming a charm
All their own....
Flesh roses
In a flute of bone.
Her arms are strong wings
Ethereal beauty, poised
For her journey, as a
Tern is
On its long feathered flight
From the North
She wings her way
To the South
Only to meet
The arctic waste
Once more...
Yet the flesh roses never fade
For they are
frozen with tears.
Catherine Jarvis
8/19/2019
