Shield Me From Pointing Fingers...With Flowers

Nourish me with lines;

With wine of ink-drops

Swirled

To scenes unseen

Save in a world

Tucked between

Two covers

When dark blue sequined depth

Enshrouds

And muffles the loud

Dust-clouds

Of jilted joy

And star-struck lovers 

Dawn yawns,

Shakes loose the fabric of new day,

Pink gauze spawns

A sea of gold and gray

Ripples;

Sets come-what-may

At large,

Where sails the barge

That bears the soul within;

Mortality and immortality

Juxtaposed

 Beneath skin

Shield me from pointing fingers

With flowers;

Bowers spilling

 Petal-plush flesh

Dripping fresh  

From God’s brush

In spite of hate

Bent on looting

Uprooting

And refuting

Unalterable fact

While all the while

Birds sing,

Flowers smile and

God’s love abides

Intact

© Janet Martin