Saint

High priestess of

porcelain saints

Catching glimpses of her sweetness in the 

orange grove she

knelt down and placed at her

feet

a bowl of milk and a 

yellow tulip

An offering to keep her 

heart of gold

Reviews

[Delmar Cooper]

There was a man who sincerely doubted the sanctity of saints. In his favor, he was and ardent admirer of porcelain.

[Inda]

Great imagery on this one.

[Joshua Haines]

See you have been busy writing another good poem well done

[Emily]

Lovey poem!!
Keep it up!!

[costa siwale]

i just simply love your writing. therein lay some subliminal mystification (though i don't really know what am trying to say by subliminal mystification). intriguing piece my friend.