Waterfall

liquid silver shards

painful in their relief

fall from the curve

of a rose blush

iced nettle and hive

clings to the soul

a trouble forgotten

in the silhouette

of water laced semi circles

pool under the bridge

and gather the bud red

to fall from figures

onto the palm of her hand

slug trails descend

and mingle in cuckoo's spit

crimson rimmed pools

turn ugly in the wind

as the breath draws

a sob