Your poison was so beautiful I took a bite, and relished in the taste of defeat.
Despite warnings and signs I strove
To turn the poison to healing,
Taking flowers and stem
Soft petals and pungent oils
To the heat in hopes
Of conjuring the power
Of my foremothers.
But poison is poison.
Your delicate colors
And thin stemmed love
Were a ruse
To turn angelic thoughts
To devil play things
And crumble a castle
Thought unbreakable.
Dust to dust, I crumble in your
Night Shade.
-Katrina Thornley
Did you enjoy this poem? My poetry collection, Arcadians: Lullaby in Nature, was recently published.
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About the Creator
Katrina Thornley
Rhode Island based author and poetess with a love for nature and the written word. Works currently available include Arcadians: Lullaby in Nature, Arcadians: Wooden Mystics, 26 Brentwood Avenue & Other Tales, and Kings of Millburrow.
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