#Prompt Post :: Flowers

There’s vines at your feet,

delicate and green as emeralds-

but above you?

A castle of opal walls,

shining like rainbow fire

in the midday sun.

Your clumsy fingertips,

coaxing sleepy skin

to rise and reach,

are stained violet

with wild phlox and lilac petals.

Imagine a world

where your heart

wasn’t black obsidian

and brittle claws-

let flowers grow,

sweet child,

between your collar bones

and lean close

to trace the doorway

of moonstone.

©️ Pearl Bayou 2018

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