Watercolour Architect Collection

How does one begin to unravel herself to fit a form,

to beat her unique qualities into measured lines

that flow fluidly from jacquard patterns? How’s a heart

for the oppressed & abused best reflected in couplets?

In a landscape overflowing with chicory, wild cosmos,

violets, geraniums, Shasta daisies & lilies, I’m hibiscus—

rose of Althea—whose name means healing, goddess

of compassion. Satin petals painted cranberry, scarlet

& ruby as fine as the finest Bordeaux wines. Classic

variety, my ripstop weaved petals resist forced rips & tears.

My moss-wrapped heart’s a wandering city best viewed

through a panoramic lens that pans the horizon, optically

reading between the forest’s shadowscape to safely journey

beyond looming storms. Here, where sunrays pierce steel

shadows thick as stone, passion unearths my hibiscus heart

& slips through the secret door to my private promise land.

Here—where hummingbirds, bees & butterflies feast freely—

broken souls flock to mend their frayed & mangled lives.