In A Cold Rockery

Edelweiss
in a cold rockery
colour of ivory
dark-soiled
in a Scottish lowland
between stones
near to a wall

Seed-crusted
snow-capped
Hidden by trees
till she searches

Honey sickle
glowing like moths
under moonlight

three wicked gems
blistering white gold
illness, incompetence
and terror cluster,
wickedness and gems.

1983

by Sally Evans

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