Gallery Posted by jrhgreenwood Posted on 28/07/2017 Posted under Poetry Comments 2 Comments Sister A violet flower, in its palest Phase, as its most ghostly white. Imprisoned in her own rose palace, Deathlike, and inviolate. For Charlotte. Advertisements Share this:TwitterFacebookGoogleLike this:Like Loading... Related beautycreativefamilyflowershalf rhymeinspirationloveloved onesmedieval poempoemspoetryshort poetrysiblingssisterswomenwonder Post navigation ← The Twins Turn 25 The Merman, the Vampire and the Boy → 2 thoughts on “Sister” Thanks James, I haven’t heard from Charlotte for so long that I have some unease about her. I send texts and invitations to Kent but don’t want to harass her. XXXXXXX Sent from my iPad > Reply She is fine, but often busy or absent. But she is safe, and very much loved. Xxx Reply Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) w Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email.