Kristen Scott
I would drink the drink of strychnine
to push the hurt of you out of my mind
I never knew that look before
I never knew orange
blossoms departed from your eyes
oh, to look at me in such venomous
strikes -
I never thought to see that through
the roses of mine
could Shakespeare have written
such a fantastical ending
to a wide-eyed passion?
ah, the glorious dying from love
the fables and witchery of wonder
secret potions, eyes of newt, and
fairy dust.
but, alas, our love wasn’t born through the
looking glass – I just never knew
until now.
Kristen Scott- see author’s bio in additional works and on author’s page.
Of Looking Glasses
Kristen Scott
I would drink the drink of strychnine