The poetic musings of a girl that has traveled far but gone no where.
Monday, July 16, 2007
The rotting Cyclamen
from Valentine’s Day
in the middle of the table
with its shiny pink paper.
before my eyes;
Once swollen ovaries withering,
shrinking with the onset of age
like a vegetative menopause.
Stems twisted awkwardly,
dangling like broken necks
in a tight noose,
hanging limply over the potter.
All life gone except one pink flower.
Aleathia Drehmer 2006Published by Laura Hird Spring Showcase 2007