Contest : This Or That, Vol 38
Sponsored by : Edward Ibeh
Date posted : May, 1, 2026
At the tip of the reclined jade bough, ornate with fine filigree of emerald foliage, a floral lattice in the love-laced sapling blossomed as a flower with a fervent flair. On the weary wings of the arctic wind the wilted petals of my florid longing blew away in the winter of discontent to the cold cauldron of nowhere. As my yearning turned into glacial vacuity in the freezing darkness of the arctic pathway, I walked forsaken over the frozen flower along the gelid trail of frigid memory. I felt the poignant crunch of the flower, for, then every step was an articulation of my fragile brittle feeling congealed. Yet, even if the bruised beauty got treaded upon the fallen blossom in the snowstorm raged meadow I painted its shape-shifted insignia on the cinnabar canvas of togetherness lost. In the twilight zone it would glisten with the patina of residual florid rapture within our opalescent inner sanctum, the garden of our real home still verdant, where the frozen blossom would bloom again.
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