r/The_Art_Eclectic

The Briarheart holds a special thought,

too dangerous to reveal,

bound safely in its bramble cage

with thorn and root for seal.

She watches and protects the heart

as if it were her prize,

but whispers sonnets at the thorns

when troubled dreams arise.

Series: Dark Garden / Gardens of Too Many Ideas

The age of cats had begun.

Up from the painted ground

A Flower Found Its Flow

And said something to the sky

that made it swirl and glow.

The mountains didn't listen,

they didn't want to know.

Series: Because I Like Flowers

Dark Irises Wait Patiently,

beneath a crimson painted sky.

Watching their final sunset,

without a worry or a why.

Series: Because I Like Flowers