drapes drawn
in peach and white
caress my lips
and shield my eyes
from grisly hell
and growing gloom
til all the world’s
a flowery room
“Blinded by the Light” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Category: Poetry
The Life of Flowers
“But flowers distill’d,
though they with winter meet,
Leese but their show;
this substance still lives sweet.
–William Shakespeare
“But he who dares not grasp the thorn
Should never crave the rose.” – Anne Bronte
” A weed is but an unloved flower” –Ella Wheeler Wilcox
“The violets in the mountains have broken the rocks” -Tennessee Williams
Of Lust and War
In the orchids
lies a warrior
gleaming like a ruby torch
come to me
in violent whispers
I will satisfy your thirst
– Angie
Artwork by Cardboard Cities:
The Wilted Muse
silver seeds of inspiration
drowning in a sea of grey
the keenest eye
is blind to lights
that swim
across its face
and back
“Lost” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork: “Dive” by Sarah Cruce:
Morning Follows the Night
morning mist collides with salty cement
my blisterd feet fumble to where i was
before the night was spent
with blurry black soles
and bloody ribbons running through my eyes
i walk
and walk
as the sun continues its rise
“Morning Follows the Night” by Meaghan Merrifield
Artwork by Sarah
La Lune
the sun scoffs at the self-indulgent moon
her rise
so slow
captivating as she bestows
her effervescent glow
“La Lune” by Meaghan Merrifield
Artwork by Deborah Stevenson
Song of the Hag
let this sickness rain down
on the meadows below
til the dirt bubbles hot
and the daisies won’t grow
all the roses and lillies can fester and peel
in fog of the dawn
where nothing is real
“Song of the Hag” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork: Gannex by Cardboard cities
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