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
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