Crowned by Thorns

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.

8 comments on “Crowned by Thorns

  1. Wow wow wow! Love your poetry!

  2. jefe says:

    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*)

  3. Caddo Veil says:

    That does happen.

  4. Debbie says:

    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.

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