Redolent Ribbons

Velvet vines tangle around a sweet privet
Its aroma lingers enticing noses
No one knows whatever’s the secret
Different wisdom, different poses
Even crows or vultures flock around the obelisk
Upward it is, taking such risk

A pillar so high reaching so infinite
So still and strong yet numb and bleak
The aroma envelopes the altitudes of it
No stair, no way the path was sleek
The ribbon flies on top, upwards
Chances vincible, going downwards

Lacewings, vultures even hummingbirds
Glade to winds of pure despair
Yet eagles or falcons was never in thirds
Hope’s not here, no prize no dare
The ribbon teases or was it grieving?
Lonliness it feels, who’s it tricking?

As she sat on the point of blank oracles
Daisies and daffodils sway in didoes
Yet flare shall rule beneath the Thistles
Wisdom’s dumb, it plunges then goes
Aroma’s their guide, no clue of what lies
Over the rainbows and up the skies

The fescue beneath was serene enough
Around the landscape, the circular bluff