Frozen Fear

Shivering cold

Freezing fear

Movement dies

With Darkness near

Lost to myself

Ripped from the sheets

Dirty hands

Reach too deep

Drifting someway out to sea

Waiting to return to me

The Healers Herb

Solemnly Lavender stretches

Gentle arms into the glow of evening sun.

Scented harmonies float 

In summer palms, warmed as one

Bees dance entranced 

In nectar’ed melodies

A blackbird’s song brightens 

The shadow of the trees

In the distance Harvest waits

For Lavender to succumb

Beneath the reapers quiet blade

and Healers gentle thumb

Dog rose creeps

Spiralling tendrils twist around 

Her transluscent skin.

Years pass

She is still...

Unflinching

His precious thorns work

A magic in

Soft, sensuality kicks

Until

At once. In pain

She is pierced with poisoned tips