A mountain or a leaf, a Queen or a pomegranate?
Which would make you happy,
Would any make you sad?
Were you asking for an unmarked scroll?
Did I give you a beaten, war torn book?
Did blood flow in streams from your warrior’s eyes,
The one you mistook for a caterpillar?
And so I asked you
What is it you want me to be?
An icicle or an ember, a painting or a brush?
It is a monochrome field of poppies…
That in a different life would’ve been red.

O. Montora

Above image: Proserpine, 1882 by Dante Rossetti