Rose of Shadow — a poem of futile perilous desire
A Florette (Form №2) inspired by Shakespeare’s Sonnet 67
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A lily among thorns is she,
An apple on a withered tree,
A kiss when all around is strife,
A poison that brings me to life:
I cannot think of her without hyperbole.
She is the fire and the shade,
The truth portrayed in the charade,
A dove in grimy city lanes;
Her purity has left me stained
For she has laid an open trap I can’t evade.
A rose of shadow on the vine;
A sweetly bitter glass of wine;
A painted tear upon her cheek;
Her heart is playing hide and seek
But, even if I catch her, she will ne’er be mine.
Esther learned to read when she was four years old, and began writing shortly thereafter. She is a Canadian queer Christian poet, crafting with words to create art and music.
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