She converts all
that is ugly into the beautiful,
She changes all
that is arid into the bountiful,
The dropped paper
wrapper & old kicked tin,
Curling around old
rubbish & life´s garbage bin.
Hiedra of verdant
fingers, shining & dark green,
Creeping over all,
that is to human eyes unseen,
Climbing cloister
walls & over stone-grey tombs,
Sister to all
graveyards & pearly Gothic moons.
She runs silently,
along night´s dark dirty streets,
To places where
dross & murky life´s scum meets,
Caressing with
cool fingers, everywhere she goes,
Converting all
that´s dull into life that really glows.
Hiedra, ivy
rampant lady, garbed in graveyard green,
Here from world´s
beginnings, elegant, aloof & lean,
Caressing our
earth´s untold & very gritty mysteries,
Weaving in soft
tendrils, her ancient pretty histories.
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