PATINA (A Quadrille)

My skin crunches* to the touch like withered petals pressed in a book aged and well loved. Its bronze has lost its luster. Its softness wears the patina bequeathed by time. But knowledge flows in my veins wisdom powers my bones and I am.   ~~~~~~~ For DVERSE’s Quadrille prompt – Crunch, courtesy of Whimzygizmo.Continue reading “PATINA (A Quadrille)”