Posted in Poetry

Aconite

Purple beauties clustered

On their green

Stems like a

Patient guardian waiting

For their orders

To be plucked

From the earth

Consumed with delight

As it attacks

Heart muscle nerves

In one move.

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I'm currently working my way through a Creative and Professional Writing degree in London.

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