Weeping roots

Shortened my words spit upon me the acid hatred, forcing a broken rhythm upon me.

Delicate aroma: a spice-merchant's daughter,
curled at the foot
of night's secrets
she holds a shame.
Runs, through forests,
thorns entwining within her;
merging to sharpened shards of resentment
pushing through her blood.
Her solace is in this isolation,
inner peace sought for under
our languid branches.
Night falls and
moon-called she flees,
back to the sinner's arms.
O spice-merchant's daughter;
my roots weep for you.

Reviews

[JelliFyshKissUs]

She runs because there is no peace to be found in her home... within herself... in another. She has been torn asunder by the world... by her own faulty thinking... and tries to find solace where solace does not exist: in solitude and in a habitual sinner. She is truly frail... a delicate aroma.. but continues to be handled by callous hands. Your roots are sensitive to her plight. Firm in the soil of genuine compassion that a soul like her needs to take under. Beautiful flow and phrases that make my heart rend for her. Your ability is uncomparable.

[for my ♥]

....such a powerful write, written so well. I can feel those roots weep

[Larry Dyson]

"Forest thorns; roots weeping for you"
superb

[Marianne]

Uniquely portrayed....the depth of suffering within these few lines brings the weeping so very close to my own heart. The words are as sharp as a razor blade cutting into my mind.
Isolation is the home where peace prospers.

[ScaryTrees]

this is a nice piece
the tree aware yet unable to save her
in her folly

good stuff

[asdarkeyesclose]

I love 'curled at the foot of night's secrets' and 'moon-called' and the forest imagery- 'branches' 'roots'. A poem that captures the imagination. I look forward to reading more of your poetry.

[OT]

nice! I like the story - the roots weeping - the thorns entwining - very scenic write - we see it all - and really liked this line - "Her solace is in this isolation," - good job!!

[~ Moonlight ~]

The best thing about poetry is you can describe something, and you have describe utterly beautifully, you have made this flow correctly, without needing it too! Incredible!

~ The Secret Rose ~

[David W Moore III]

fantastical story told here. sad, but they do seem to heed the siren call, no matter how much we all try... very sad, but your telling was riveting. i loved the forest as a character, brilliant!

[Christie Moses]

This spills emotion like a broken cup full of pain. It steals through me like a haunting.
Beautifully poignant.