Purple.
A girl named Heather.
A fine lady, dressed in purple silk, skirts stretched over the wire frame of a lampshade.
A fit lady, lit from within.
Fit for one’s bottom, and fit for display, but not
fit for its purpose.
The fine-fit lady, wired up and lit up, is hot.
Hot, she
bursts into flames.
Purple flames – lit up, on
Scottish moor and mountain
A lady in season.
Scorched.
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, June 2018
(Inspired by memories of childhood years living in Aberdeen, Scotland, and by a small garden in Suffolk!)
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| Heather, courtesy of Pixabay.com |
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