Lilies
written by: Polly Oliver
You took the knife and hacked down Love;
Slicing through tendon and sinew,
Smiling as scarlet spouted from soft tissue.
Wild-dog wily, you
scraped a shallow grave,
to scrabble away
dead leaves in lean times,
when the ground’s iron hard
and pickings are few
But I drove the stake through its heart.
And left the woods behind.
In the widening shadows of your life
The scent of white lilies lingers sometimes.
JAN/FEB 2017 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Writing in the spaces between the hustle and noise. Poems published here and there, but nothing beats a poem brought to life in a live reading. Ex broadcast journalist (are we ever truly ex?), communications pro, mum, coast dweller.
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