To and fro

Once in a golden hour they cast to earth a seed, planted in the darkness with no one there to feed.

To and fro they went tearing at
her form, fragmenting at the edges, leaving her tainted and all torn.

Then she grew so much, she wore a crown of light, fought hard to calm
her demons and often lost the fight

She sow’d it far and wide, her body was her power, a vessel to discard
she thought, till her mind bloomed into a flower.

Read my little fable: he that runs may read, they look upon her wholly now, look beyond the seed.

And some are pretty enough, and some are poor indeed; and some of them I’m telling you… will silently bleed.

Once in a golden hour, they cast to earth a seed, up there grew a flower,
She saw herself a weed.

Karen Hayward ©2018
Inspired by and referenced, by my fave ever poet, The Flower, Alfred Lord Tennyson

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Welcome to my blog! Here you will find different forms of creative writing, lots of swearing, erotic poetry, random thoughts, beautiful imagery, but most of all you will find a version of truth. My truth, this is the way that I see the world. However, all of my work is a form of creative writing, a combination of truth and fiction. I write to express my creativity, not my needs!

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