Rocky Rose Trails

Rocky Rose is a shade of Essie nail colour. I happened to notice the name after I painted my nails and thought it could spark a poem. The walk was through the Chincoteague National Wildlife Refuge, famous for its large variety of animals, birds as well as its ponies. The Refuge is 14,000 acres, primarily located in the Virginia half of the Assateague Island. Only about 3% is located on the Maryland side of the island.

A morning feels like walking 
no place on a wildlife loop,
marked for a mind in fetters
under a monstrous wind,
through trees having
a verdant conversation in a crowd.
The sea breeze always finds you, 
crawls under your windcheater,
in chilly clairvoyance
of a rain to come in that
copse of corpses that shed
phosphorescence in a deciduous sorrow.
She sighs a soft breeze 
through the trail.
It finds refuge over a mudflat
like a bated breath, halting for succour
in a rhinestone moon.
When the water returns, it will shimmer

of passions she painted
on her nails, a hue
of rocky rose, a shade more modest
than the ponies of Chincoteague
that gallop away on sand, hooved
in pungent ungulate hearts.

Sometimes, I am not sure if it is the world that is so lacking in love or it is the vacuum within that desires, incessantly. Our self worth is tied to our abilities, out accomplishments, our possessions, our self sacrifice, our service, our purpose, and there is never enough even for a wooded marshland, with trees and grasses constantly clambering for space and I enjoyed the tussle 🙂 My nail colour in fact, made me supremely happy 😇