5/21/2014

Thorn By Nina



Mistress Constance is a fairy.  She was born from a rose petal that was moist with the morning dew.  The smell of summer.  She jumps from one leave to another, hang from a vine tree, rest on top of a morning glory.  Mist covers the garden.
She snips a few roses and makes a bundle.  She lashes my back with the stalks.  Thorns prick.  It was her mischievous smile I saw in my blurred eyes, before she walked away from me and start playing with flowers again.


Quoted from Nina's Life-Long Nap