Adonis’ Anemones
Layers underpinning layers of tight bound worlds wrapped around and in-between one another. Indistinguishable to the untrained eye
Some are short, grand, slender. Sinister and Exotic Each with their own charm and yet some with none
The breeze spirals around the blossoms, they’re caught in a daze. The tallest stem, largest leaves but not the most vibrant colours. Calming sea shades or scarlets ablaze
The race is unceasingly perpetual. It’s only self destructive, demoralising. It is only when the sunlight dribbles down and warms the stale, frozen air that sweet buds are able to bloom. Sweetness to share
Zephyrs of salmon-pink Slim curves and crisp cusps Flecks of Arizona blue Pious whites Hue and beauty thinning into oblivion
Inevitably, the sweetest fragrance will rise above the rest. The most beauteous flower in the garden will be plucked. That which granted allure gifted demise, Beauty becomes his hamartia
He will be the first to wither, Youth concealed in his scent. His fragrance lingers as the bees ravage, The sun scorches, The wind thrashes. His time passes
Adam Ray
