Oil and Flowers (Wednesday, September 2013)

The lipstick petals of a smile,

Laughed, kissed, sang,

And whispered lies in the night,

Now rolls away,

Kicked by the feet that found you.

 

That red was “so you”,

Settles uneasily on the margin, collecting dust,

Black clouds of oil spread 

Like umbrellas in un-forecast rain.

 

Flowers who reached their full height,

Were always cut.

Wrapped in a cellophane memory

still,

Are a long way from home.

MH2013