Fiona McNabb

I have rose hips,
red roses that
fill up my skin.

If I let you in, will you
stick to my skin
like a trellis?

I’ll grow with you;
stand on your shoulders and
pull you up
to the light.

©2012 This work is the property of the author.


Posted on November 5, 2012, in Fiona McNabb, POETRY and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

  1. MM welcomes Fiona McNabb with open arms. I thought this was not only well crafted, but beautiful, and a pleasing contrast to today’s earlier poem.

  2. A modern Repunzel emerge naturally with her trellis!

  3. Excellent metaphor, climbing Roses are persistent.

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