Saturday 28 April 2007

The white flower of death

Beware
the white flower of death
she said
flowering with a perfume
beguilingly sweet

The yellow tongued entry
to another world
as yet not still

Your frailty disturbs my conscience
and daily patterns
the green mottling of leaves
next to the constantly damp earth
where the lizard lurks


Roger Smith August 2003

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