In A Cold Rockery Poem by Sally Evans

In A Cold Rockery



Edelweiss
in a cold rockery
colour of ivory
dark-soiled
in a Scottish lowland
between stones
near to a wall

Seed-crusted
snow-capped
Hidden by trees
till she searches

Honey sickle
glowing like moths
under moonlight

three wicked gems
blistering white gold
illness, incompetence
and terror cluster,
wickedness and gems.

1983

Tuesday, June 19, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: colour,wickedness
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