The Gorse

Ablaze of sunshine yellow, you flicker across the moor.
So dazzling in your intensity, our spirit shifts at core.
Why we are attracted to you, we are not sure. 
But in your intoxication, we do pledge our own amore.

With your alluring coconut scent, you draw us further in.
Enticing us with your golden flame, encouraging us to sin. 
Magnetism so very deep as this, you can only be our kin.
Yet with prick and barb beware, there’s still needle and a pin.

For despite the beauty here in front, there’s truth to know and share. 
Is one prepared to walk with one, to feel the heat and dare.
For when one burns so very bright, and passions start to flare.
Ferocity consumes us all, and authenticity is laid bare.
 
So determined that you are, to crumble us to dust.
To jolt us out of any rut, to fire us up with lust.
To risk the life we so do treasure, to gamble it, boom or bust.
Your energy comes to wreck our life, so we don’t turn to rust. 

We welcome you when you arrive, to set our matters right.
But to live with you day on day, gives us such a fright.
If you are to be our love of life, you clearly are a sight. 
But to our centre is where we must retreat, to bring our true delight.
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By Simon Blackler
Copyright © Simon Blackler 2023

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