Passiflora

We do not plunder
the pageantry of life,
window dressed in heraldry.

Faux heroic blooded crest,
emblazoned colours flaunted.

No mettle challenge
or standard set,
ragged, in ever
changing winds
of fortune or fashion.

The unseen chaplet passes
from her head to mine
in muted beat of the earth,

soft whispered bequest
shared throughout time.

Nurturing coronal
held in trust
for our children.

2004
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