Foxgloves
"Foxgloves"
Through the glass darkly
an opening appears
dance cards
pulled from pockets
foxgloves wears
some violet light
a banished sleeping
coalescent queen
a ghost not lost
from the other side
walks through the glass darkly
sees truth buried in the unseen
glimmers of glamour
timed in the slow
unknown waltz
growing red passion
romance
among the green
glistening blue
forget-me-nots
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
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