Crowned by thorns of golden spokes,
cruel barbs, a case in point –
keeping others at arm’s length,
resentful, noses out of joint;
rapiers high, you stand on guard,
covering heart with spines of steel,
hoisted on your own petard,
you’ve forgotten how to feel.
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
Wow wow wow! Love your poetry!
Thank you so much!!
Smashmouth poetry. Awesome! I feel like the poet would hand a dictionary to the person this is directed at after reciting it and say “Here, petard starts with P.” (*grin*)
HaHa! Dictionaries supplied for free! 🙂
That does happen.
Yep! We tend to be a prickly race… ouch!
Thank you for showing us about this, in that special way you do! God bless you and soften all the thorny ones in your life.
Thank you so much, Debbie!