Whispers of the Sea Holly

Whispering fairy wings

Brings silent murmurs

to the haunting Sea Holly

as they waltz under

the silver glass moon.

Why am I here?

To gaze at the maze

of mangled tangled

petals with veins

like an elderly’s

time-worn skin?

Olive leaves

as sharp

as daggers

ward off

moonlit touches.

Only delicate darning

celestial butterflies

perch on

the wrinkled periwinkle

heads in search for a respite.

Why am I here?

Dream or reality?

For this is of my own making!

What cryptic

message is my

grey chamber

painting for me?

Eerie Sea Holly blossoms

reaching out in this

melancholic gothic garden.

Beautiful enigma

chanting in jiggered whispers

Misery……misery…..misery