Reluctant Flower-edit 2 (Erthona, ellajam, Psyche)

[ellajam]

Hi, welcome back. This has an engaging meter that added to the enjoyment of the poem for me, but there are some points where you seem to have lost clarity for the sake of the meter and rhyme. I'll put a few notes below, but I have to say the child/vines rhyme stood out as wrong, too many repeats of flower at the start and your final line keeps going over my head, I don't get it yet.

Reluctant Flower

She thought she was a flower child
passing scents frm verdant vines, from
picked from sultry virgin flowers while I like the s and v sounds I don't get virgin flower.
that thrived in luscious colored bowers.
She sauntered through a winding path
of cries and wonder, grapes of wrath. I find this line confusing.
Along the twisted turns a mist
of wanderlust and dreams of bliss. This isn't quite a sentence, maybe "holds" or "masks" instead of "of", or something better.
But buried deep and kept confined,
the wounds of misadventure pined. I have a hard time with wounds pining.
Tormenting trials that with time grew;
a tasty treat for satan's stew.

Reluctant flower in the glade,
on beds of thorns your petal's strayed; This seems forced, petal's strayed is odd.
where ripped to shreds by sharpened blades
then blown to dust in life's parades.
How apropos that clocks are made.

g.e.Kaye

Certainly worth working on, I hope some of my comments help.