Forget-Me-Not
A man walks into rage'n storm and
Wills himself to be a force that bends the air.
He neither seeks dry cave,
Nor ancient mossy cleft,
But steels, to take the screech'n dare.
From callous gale! from thrash'n tides!
From fight'n , roll'n thunder!
The lighten'n ripples at his touch!
He rends the clouds asunder!
Yet, even as he thrusts against the
Furious sky and quells the angry host,
Sheltered in his shadow
- safe from tempest tossed -
Blooms the angel's own sweet flower.
The living song of warrior's love
Hard bought - hard won - hard got.
Petals soft, bare sweet and scarlet witness.
Petals tender, mind love's lessons learned.
Petals rooted, deep, in earth-born passion.
Sing the madrigal
Of the delicate forget-me-not.
©Naomi Marshall 2017
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