Burnished beauty, subtle lustre. Why do you hide your flame?
Has the hard world tarnished your glow?
Retreat is ever only temporary, the view from the stalls, whilst entertaining, is a selfish seat.
You wrap the verdigris to your soul.
Your bloom etiolates, move into the light!
I feel beneath the layered depths, ferruginous strength still holds.
Not all visible luminosity is fakery.
You are worthy of attention, not just introspection.
Maybe, it takes the unique to see through your camouflage?
Autumnal seraph, ochre sprite. Allow your soul light to flourish.
Inspiration from the Alchemist’s Studio
My little poem named the December pot, a true beauty, the ochre colours are always my favourite. Please do follow the link below to hear the poem narrated. 😍