To Wear Rainbows Again

she longed to be
clothed in rainbows
stained in perfect
hues of red orange
indigo yellow blue
green violet soaked
in dripping shades of
fulfilled promises and
unwavering trust
she yearned to be
drenched in joy
illuminated in perfect
light of glass mosaics
emerald amber violet
Egyptian blue ruby glowing
in incense colors of
answered prayers and
unshakeable faith
she needed to be
held in love
clasped in perfect
arms of the one with
fire water wind
soothed
in the embrace of
eternal solace and
re-kindled hope

Pamela A. Rossow

Valentine

Mutilated,
pillaged,
pulverized,
you say?
I beg to differ.
Only gently fingered.
At worst, maybe-
slightly dented.
It’s surely not my fault
the box lacked the little, white slip
that’s supposed to accompany them.
It’s not like they’re all smushed-
just the ones that taste like drunken pina coladas,
tangy, orange creamsicles,
and tart, cherry cordials.
Only two, creamy caramels in the bunch,
can you believe it?
Have some, really-
I don’t mind.
Take them to work then.
Throw them where?
Suit yourself.

© Pamela A. Rossow