Earthy head and fiery heart,
I am set alight with every restart.
The embers of Mercurial logic
Which was once ablaze,
Make snowflakes of ash
And dance in the shade.
Prideful and bashful,
But never quite stable.
The scales never balance
For, they are not able.
Forged In flesh from
Earth, Air, Fire and Water,
Pinched by the Scorpion’s tail.
I embody a silent kind of rage,
Repressed for an age:
A lion in Virginal clothing takes to the stage…
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About the Creator
Rachel Lightfoot
I like to play with words.
Poems, mostly.
https://rachellightfoot.wixsite.com/my-site
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