A swirl of mulberry pink transfigured the sky
as the sun
slowly sank below the horizon
leaving behind a silver of silence and fear,
I am the heartbeat of courage,
bearer of hope and song of the open road
born in the arms of December,
I know not these fears that you speak of,
though I imagine Lucifer would be down
in the doldrums
upon learning the existence of such a little one,
there is nothing more frightening
than knowing you have no power over a soul
that compares to a yellow rose.
Photo credits: Magdalena Almy Artist
Posted for Poems in April @ Real Toads
There is a delightful sunny defiance to this piece.
Thank you so much, Rommy 😍 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
(and thank you for the lovely prompt) 🌹
Oh to have the soul of a yellow rose! I envy such a maiden.
Thank you so much, Kerry 😍 so good to see you ❤️
I like the phrase “I am the heartbeat of courage, bearer of hope” wonderful to take away the power of Lucifer 🙂
Thank you so much, Ellecee 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Sigh, to have the soul of a yellow rose. Beautiful Sanaa!
Thank you so much, Linda 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
what a fun way to look at this prompt.
Thank you so much, Toni 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
This speaks to the innocence of childhood, as well as the joy – great armour for life.
Thank you so much, Rosemary 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
I love the bright, innocent defiance in this.
Thank you so much, Susie 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
This is just wonderful, you little yellow rose!
Thank you so much, Sara 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️