Thurisaz on Thursday

yellow rose

A rose, a thorn,

a heart still torn.

Thurisaz

on Thursday,

and a Berkano around her heart.

She wasn’t ready

or so she said.

“There’s no beauty here,

among the thorns.”

A lesson,

a pause.

Beauty under the claws.

It was the joy of the sun

harnessed into a petal.

Confetti

a party,

a heart that was ready.

 

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