Bouquet of Barbed Wire
She wears her crown of brambles as if it were sackcloth and ashes A bouquet of barbed wire had been accepted and was now her brand The pain rests heavily in her heart Forgiveness for herself an impossibility For her dignity he had stolen Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing © Linda from Charmed Chaos is hosting Monday Quadrille at D'Verse Poets tonight. She has prompted us with the word Brambles A Quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words excluding the title Image by Marek Studzinski from Pixabay