Friday, March 24, 2006

Rosa Jacqueline Du Pre

Petals like thirty pieces of silver;
stamens the colour of
crushed feelings
and leaves gloss green,
reflecting the sunlight
like monster eyes in that garden.

It took the place of the apple tree.
Its fruit:
scarlet hips
full of syrup sweet goodness
and cruel white fluff
tipped with barbs to make you choke.


Ally said...

I love this. I love the picture of Arty Daughter, too; but this is wonderful.

She Weevil said...

Thank-you. I was just trying to put enough together for a competition.

Malinda777 said...

Beautiful prose. You have talent.

Here from Michele