Marigold Poem by Diana Thoresen

A radial photon machine

Exploding with the light of a thousand suns
Beyond our sun, a solitary star

Marigolds, hungry lion mouths
Gaping at my Mary blue habit

Should I let your fires
Inside the dreary catacomb of my heart?

Proud yellow, orange
Red and maroon blooms

Are you not afraid of my darkness?
For I'm owl-born

My Minerval sharp talons and curved bills
Feast on the soul of everything

I'll crush your sun kissed petals
For my Lilith potions and charms

An adept herb of the sun

Beware, beware
Of my unquiet shade passing by your garden

I am the blackness and the madness
That guards your life-giving gold