Blog

 

Passionflower 🌺

I am the water within the stem of the shoot,

My red veins boil because I feel from the root.

My flair is a colour that bleaches the petal,

My passion is beauty, my reaction is fatal.


I was born of some ballistic nine planets,

I curl on the night and orbit bad habits.

Out of order, I’m futile, ferocious like Mars,

Tomorrow I’ll tend to soft Neptunian scars.


Today is contemplative, thinking in Mercury,

Yesterday I was pulled by waves of the sea.

Fooled by the moon, the Piscean’s dreamland,

Imaginative trickster, a skilled sleight of hand.


Often too Aries, the ascendant bears bold,

That renegade utopian is an Aquarian cold.

But true to my nature, my heart’s ocean wide,

Am I two little fish or more Jekyll ‘n’ Hyde?


The half-moon splits one Gemini twin

To play with redemption or ponder to sin?

Made of the good, the bad beautifully ugly,

Cryptic self-analysis persisting quite smugly.


Deeper, I’m a lily on the bed of my soul wave.

I tap in so slightly - yes, even before the grave.

A cluster of the elements, I cannot pick which one.

Just another dying daisy, but I know where I come from.

4 views

Recent Posts

See All

Child’s World

Gurgle, the baby’s passion squiggles And wriggles with excitement As my ageing fresh already crinkles. Inching and stretching The years get less refreshing, Fleshing out my inner spirit In a fitting t

2020 🌪

The tectonics shift Sand slips helpless through an hourglass Change is imminent, cataclysmic and crass It calls on the wind as our nails puncture the grass As we cling even tighter to loose archaic st

  • Facebook
  • Instagram
  • Twitter
  • Youtube
  • Spotify
  • Apple Music