Antique needles threaded copper for the heart lace tattoo.
It was a time ago when a solitary heart did beat silver and speak a secret gold.
Matching the now pattern of Spring scent it takes a more than
one search of the fresh cotton lining.
A leaf flutters with ‘take me if you can’ on the tree of knowledge.
Do you catch it before it falls?
Should you pluck the answer from the branch?
I would but my lace tattoo has a little thread of wandering copper that is shining purple in my eyes.
A lovely distraction when the heart is truthful blue to be sure … a stamp of colour to remind not to strain against the asking.
Tease me wind with your scent and paint the day with the transfer of a different loving equation.
My answer to the greening metal is to kiss mend before you awake.
And be the singing soldier in your life.
More I should say more but the paint is drying me a different hue….
© K S Hardy 2011
Inspired by many things, people, places, feelings…