I wish when I draw my tulips

Kissed by summer dawning’s dew drips

I could watch them arched and lazing

Spring to life while I sit gazing

Form a garland heaven ordered

Decked with roses round the border

Granted new life they would glisten

By the wish of this magician

With a pencil poised and knowing

Sow a garden lush and growing

When Pygmalion was sculpting

Galatea’s two lips hoping

Beauty would create volition

With a focused intuition

Wrapped his artful arms around her

Feared his love on stone had foundered

He impressed on her his wishing

With dexterity of kissing

Breathing life between her two lips

Gave her life just like my tulips

Marcia Thornton

Tuesday, July 19, 2016

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