Hurricane Lovers
They say the Oleander tree is pure poison
if you see too many in a yard
a witch certainly lives there about
long blades of turquoise leaves
carve up the sky in to shards of bluepink and sparkle gold
My tree has pink blossoms but some are as white
as
White Lilly Flour
soft as it can be
powdered silk with milk
egg and salt
rising in the heat
I look out the window
beyond the sheer green curtains
past the sharded sky
past the poisin tree
I am certainly a witch
I hold you like a ball of pure white light
How can you show and not tell?
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
