by Mary E. Lowd
June 14, 2019
Three roses share one stem,
Like three crones share one eye.
Steal their stem,
Like Perseus stole the eye,
And your treasure,
The roses will become.
Unless, like Gorgons,
They turn you into stone.
Pick the flowers,
At your own peril.
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From the book: Some Words Burn Brightly: An Illuminated Collection of Poetry
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