Marigolds
a poem on the persistent scent of memorial words
Nov 7 · 1 min read

In captivated coloured folds
I see a romance bloom,
I smell the scent of marigolds;
The snap of sweet perfume,
The orchard blossom bears the fruit
Of sun-kissed reddened skin,
I pluck a cherry, resolute
And take the seed within,


