Amongst The Ashes Of The Sunburnt Soil
Amongst the ashes
of the sunburnt soil, rested
thistles born for death
Pulled up from gardens
protected by roses, with
petals so vain
Thorns of the thistle
gifts of remembrance
in our life, not pain
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I love all the internal rhyme, including “Amongst the ashes,” “Sunburnt Soil,” “Pulled…protected…petals,””Thorns of the thistle,” “remembrance,” and “words writ well.” The rhyme makes the point about the thorns more believable. The ground-level angle of the photo works for me, too.
I like this. I see the purple glory of the blossoms, not the pain of the thorns. I like “protected by the roses.
Thank you both, for the kind words.
After photographing the thistles i became infatuated with them. I was intent on making a “floral fiction” with an underappreciated thistle as the hero.
Success!