Her Words
Her thoughts
fell like petals
Softly upon
parchment
Turning Scribbles
into blossom
Full of wonder
and enchantment
Her blood became ink
Her heart, a beating scroll
Sonnets were her tears
Weeping from her soul
From her lips, a couplet
A stanza's sweet caress
Inhaling words, exhaling verse
Poetry made flesh!
Stephen Atkinson
Mon 16th May 2022 09:48
Thank you Carol
And John, for your constant encouragement! 🌈