Marigold Tongues
marigold tongues
water a flowering seed
as downy hands
mend a crushed bruised reed.
a flaxen shaft
lights a smoldering wick
as a ‘lectric beam
starts a heart’s soft tick
spines in strain
raze a barrier wall
marigold tongues
make a blade stand tall
Copyright © Mark Pringle | Year Posted 2005
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