Velvet Beulah Poem by Heath Muchena

Velvet Beulah



butterfly wings fan her

as she sun bathes

under the shade

of a mulberry with molasses scabs



the cranberry in her cooler

as red as her velvet blanket

and the lace around her neck…

well, best not measure carats with a ruler



a paperback in hand

she flips through the pages

and reads the story of her life

to the bitter end



© Heath Muchena

Tuesday, February 2, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: literature,nature
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