What I love about blogging is it allows you the freedom to rip up the rule book every now and then, so today my post is a poem that I wrote about a subject, that should be strictly reserved for spring, but I thought it was appropriate to share with you today as it's New Years day! It reflects how fragile and strong we can sometimes be as women.
Sweet Rose - By Sharon Gibson
Oh to be a rose,
Silent and sweet
To keen in hunger, resonant thunder
Be wept upon but not weep
I'm dried by the sun,warmed by it's constant hum and throb
My essence strains, rising up and out of me
Releasing a sound, small labours pain, a scent, a crisp voice on a chill day, that which you call air.
Knees bare beneath grassy foam, rocks interwoven with bent and bruised legs that they have claimed as their own.
Top soil, I'm free!
Free as the bare shouldered moon and her beautiful garden of molton stars
I dance with the wind if he is gentle
But if he is cruel, I laugh like a sunlite shard, it pierces his heavy cloak
releasing him to higher ground.
Some light relief from the chill of winter and to celebrate this special day!
So delicate and flattering on even the palest skin tone
Adore the the effect on this silk skirt which looks like it has been dipped in white and pink icing!Then dripped dried.That's one sweet skirt!A transitional piece perhaps? Worn with silver tux jacket for evening or navy leather durring the day.
Accessorise with these delicate shoes, painted by zoe, what a talented lady!
velvet and silk roses to keep you sweet
Fight those showers with flower power
Join me for tea and letting me wish you a Happy New Year! Sxx