Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2011

A rose in its cup

by Lien Cullinane

Soft smoothed skin brings a warmth to a bore
battered and bruised by a fear through a crop of seed grown
a smile, pale clasped hands, silk caresses a wound
the corncrake in long grass unsuspecting the near swoop
 
Not long since I found you, cagey then curious
a found reflection bound calmness as conversationalists we grew
Like as a cub and its sibling, not hawk on a prey, the thrill of a chase and a grounding not for kill nor for food
they swivel grass of a spring dawning, breathing a sparkling morning dew 
 
One moon did pass 'till our meeting that followed greeting
you spilled an age coined wisdom of lessons more learnt
a migrant bird that rustles scattered leaves of rain settled dust - twig from a chop, another crib in a flock
 
This swallow amongst pigeons, you glide with this limp by your side
a scare torn by adversaries built by wit, a constant heaving causing structures to cap side
For with Time there's a healing but pale attacks breathes a defense of misadventures that still curse,
as nature recites a mantra "with exposure brings hurt"
 
Like a rose nipped in its cup, prevention not cure
before the poisoned elements of nature wither a vulnerable open glory
a far more irritable sore
 
For twice I packed blunt clippers with intentions to cut
but the elements were pleasing,
I did coward to your beauty unearthed
 
Now another hour 'till I see you again
a cloud approaches its peak, 
droplets to fall upon nourishing fauna, absorbed by river running stream hidden depths below
For I need a Friend, I'm a afraid of much more
Soft smoothed skin brings a warmth to a bore
battered and bruised by a fear through a crop of seed grown

a smile, pale clasped hands, silk caresses a wound
the corncrake in long grass unsuspecting the near swoop 

Not long since I found you, cagey then curious
a found reflection bound calmness as conversationaists we grew

Like a cub and its sibling, not hawk on a prey, the thrill of a chase and a grounding
not for kill nor for food
they swivel grass of a spring dawning, breathing a sparkling morning dew  

One moon did pass 'till our meeting that followed greeting
you spilled an age coined wisdom of lessons more learnt
a migrant bird that rustles scattered leaves of rain settled dust - twig from a chop, another crib in a flock 

This swallow amongst pigeons, you glide with this limp by your side
a scare torn by adversaries built by wit, a constant heaving causing structures to capside

For with Time there's a healing but pale attacks breathes a defense of misadventures that still curse,
as nature recites a mantra "with exposure brings hurt" 

Like a rose nipped in its cup, prevention not cure
before the poisoned elements of nature wither a vulnerable open glory
a far more irritable sore 

For twice I packed blunt clippers with intentions to cut
but the elements were pleasing,
I did coward to your beauty unearthed 

Now another hour 'till I see you again
a cloud approaches its peak, 
droplets to fall upon nourishing fauna,
absorbed by river running stream hidden depths below

For I need a Friend, I'm a afraid of much more

Added: 13.04.2011

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