a defiant camouflage.
It was Okay to assume
because love’s hue’s a bright wash.
empathetically: a Mistle thrush.
Suddenly loss and logic tussled
in the Butterfly room.
Online data scares.
The truth is that Rose was too pure.
Drops needn’t wet her head.
I lacked the adrenaline
that flooded Michelle’s veins
whilst time casually flirted with nature.
We even fought.
Rose tattooed our memories silently.
She’d probably prompt ink.
with no option.
Some people’s humility starts crusades.
Rose was better than us.
Michael Holme is a late forties UK writer specialising in poetry. He is also a pianist and an art collector. His website www.michaelholmepoetry.com mirrors previous publications. His wisdom is “Embrace your aloneness.”