Mercy

Mercy

by Ellen Wright

 

 

Mercy

From broken shell suspended

Spills without conditions

Welcome deluge abundant

Covers me

In lily white petals

Clothes me

In fragrant tranquility

Flows through

Outstretched fingers

Like coins

 

I look up smiling.

 

Grime of fruitless labor

Forgotten at my feet

Pools that reflect the starved

Grasping desperately

At mirage of paradise

Rays of light on fool’s gold