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Closed tight and sleeping in the misty dawn,
Bright-coloured heart curled tightly deep inside.
Protected from the sharp chill of the morn
'Til golden light persuades her not to hide.
And from the green cocoon she will appear,
She slowly, softly stretches to the sun.
Her petals quiver when she feels you near,
Caught in the rays of light which you have spun.
You tend the secret garden of my heart -
But with one sudden move you pluck the bloom,
Slice through the stem and tear my world apart
And send my vibrant colours into gloom.
And so this flower slowly curls and dies,
And loses what was special in your eyes.
Elaine Mumford
Read Sonnet VI
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