She lay there crouched in a foetal position
on top of the flower like a pole star.
Her face buried in her knees, Her arms holding her ankle,
Her hair covering Her like a chrysalis,
She lay there.
The eye of the artist blinked once.
The woman awoke now like a sleeping eagle awakening with the first drop of rain.
She unfolded like knowledge does before the man who has killed his pride.
And as She bloomed, the flower faded beneath Her.
She stood now at full height.
The flower had disappeared.
Her hands lay crossed across Her breasts.
Her eyes closed in an expression of silence,
Her hair flying about Her wildly playing with the skies
like the rays of a dark wavering sun,
She stood there.