In this nature-inspired poem, D. Z. Clare looks at the world of a mystical garden.
‘Stars trembled to see me pass’HerYou see what I want you to see,
What I need you to see.
The illusion of the meek, the mild,
Not the hidden reality
Of the fury, the wild.
Concealed behind an open face,
A girl with a tongue like a mace.
Battle scarred, battle ready
With a hand ever-steady.
Eyes that glow with youth and contentment,
Ignite the fuse and you will know
The furnace that cremates all in resentment.
Gather up your charred remains,
She will not stay
To pacify your pains.
Dust to DustI was stardust.
Beautiful. Fragile
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