Written for Paul Brookes' ekphrastic challenge - one poem a day in April 2021.
The art work for this day is "Chrysanthemums" by John Law
Chrysanthemums
I ponder, as I wait for you to leave,
why bloody flowers mean anything at all.
Love, or death, or distant Emporer's seal;
these red chrysanthemums simply deceive.
why bloody flowers mean anything at all.
Love, or death, or distant Emporer's seal;
these red chrysanthemums simply deceive.
Their scent is scattered, lost in autumn's wind,
their bloom is fading too, the leaves are sad.
They were our wedding flower but we've had
our time. All gone - the suit, the flower, the pin.
They were our wedding flower but we've had
our time. All gone - the suit, the flower, the pin.
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