Petal Scars
She is the surviving flower
That ground among the thorny ones.
Her brightly coloured petals
Make the bees buzz with felicity
The only colour that says life
Brings pleasantry to the
Deserted heart.
With the falling rains the buds
Disseminate wildly and mop the green lands.
When seasons are about to modify,
Her beautiful colours
With ladder wings fade to the blue sky
And she worries of what will become of her
Should the rainfalls disappear.
The thorny scent from the sunheat
Strangle her stiff, until her waist
Bends to the ground, kissing the cracking mud remains,
Left by the ones lovely rains- that
created a memory in her heart.
And she pleads with agony,
Until the fountain angel feels her wrath.
Calls her back to eternity and she works herself back to the Amber.
© 2022 Millicent Okello
