Essence of hope is tinged on sky;
and I strolled outside just in time
to lounge ‘neath pale fuchsia sun.
This is the path, which I desire to
enter; from miles foresee a future
serene, oh’ rapture alone tastes of
melons and berries.
My words alone taste warm as fire
though scent may be syrupy sweet.
Dare you scorn, when you defy me;
my wrath endure as stench of meat.
I’m a woman, darling like a careless
whisper, golden dream conspicuous
through ash and smoke. To love me
is akin to losing sleep, come build a
bridge and clear your path. I, might
seem mosaic but simpler than math.
Reminiscence sighs ‘neath weeping
willow tree, when I strolled outside
in time to blow promises to crescent.
Embracing a path which has chosen
me at present.
Photo credits: Pinterest
Posted for Rommy’s Challenge @ Real Toads
For my prompt “Women are the real architects of Society” on Friday 10th
March at 8:00 am EDT