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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.

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.

Responses to “Crowned by Thorns”

  1. imapoetandiknowit

    Wow wow wow! Love your poetry!

    1. melodylowes

      Thank you so much!!

  2. jefe

    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*)

    1. melodylowes

      HaHa! Dictionaries supplied for free! 🙂

  3. Caddo Veil

    That does happen.

    1. melodylowes

      Yep! We tend to be a prickly race… ouch!

  4. Debbie

    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.

    1. melodylowes

      Thank you so much, Debbie!

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