LIV (wisteria)

A poem from my collection "Between Anorexia and I"

Were my world a crystal globe, I’d fill it with gentle poison,

With a forest of wisteria, that like dual Anorexia, can’t decide for blue or pink.

They went instead for the ombre, distilled lilac, all that speaks of trickster nymphs;

With the curtains of poor artists made with rains of bugle beads; how secretive,

My disorder of wisteria, pods of purple miasma that outsiders cannot breathe. 

Author's Note

All the poems in this collection are extended metaphors of only 5 lines. No exceptions.

Reviews

[Patrick Roach]

Excellent piece, I adore your writing style.

[Marian Elizabeth]

Thank you very very much Ibrahim! I am happy you enjoyed it :)

[Patrick Roach]

Excellent piece, I adore your writing style.

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[Marian Elizabeth]

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