Jemma Green

Jemma Green is armed with a stiletto.
Her head is hung with flashing copper chains.
Her lips are pushing petals through the snow.
Her eyes are taking notice of her name.
When all the meek photographers are met
and Jemma strings her bows with the elite
her flaring lenses glitter like a threat
and nobody can picture her asleep.
Jemma Green is shutting down her portals
Unwilling to believe herself admired.
She insists on making herself mortal
by feeding all her pictures to the fire.

She hurtles into centuries unseen
This burning English rose called Jemma Green