The One With Violets In Her Lap

- the one with violets in her lap ( fragment 21) Sappho

- the one with violets in her lap ( fragment 21)

The one with violets in her lap

finds the garden past the cathedral.

She holds purple lightly.

in the reverent touch of longing.

The wind around her is without motion

and sleeps in the heart storm of her desire.

The purity of the violets erase the bleakness

of waiting for discovery.

One day she will push the world

in a turn to her convenience,

but she will not diminish fragility

In an opportunity of travel,

she will seek the small wild rose.

The rose is beautiful, but sharp with intruders;

too many have broken it in careless passing.

She is not afraid.

She has learned to be gentle.

She will lean into thorns and whisper,

I hold small violets softly in my lap.

Reviews

[Terry Collett]

I really like this poem. The images hold well and it is beautifully penned.

[deeps]

I really enjoyed this write I thought it was really well written and quite wonderful. Brillant write.