Pina Roses
by Jojovits1
Posted: 01 July 2020 Word Count: 89 Summary: My mum had a Pina rose bush (never knew if that was the right name or if the Scottish had bastardised it a little - turns out, it was!!) that she loved. It was fresh and lovely while I was similar...it got a bit run down when mum was on her own and then it went. It was definitely after I moved away. It witnessed a lot! I was sick on it once (sorry) and fell on it and played with it...I was a strange kid :-) |
|
Green and scarlet splashes
by the stone white steps
A fragrant smile of welcome
in summer time.
We grew together
you and I.
I made perfume from your petals
stained my fingers
with your heady hue.
You watched as I played.
I’d bound through the door
dragging dolls across you
I’d climb above you
through the window,
key forgotten.
I’d let boyfriends in
and boyfriends out
You simply nodded.
I forgot you were there
until you were not.
You’d gotten old
overgrown
overlooked.
I did not forget
I remember.
by the stone white steps
A fragrant smile of welcome
in summer time.
We grew together
you and I.
I made perfume from your petals
stained my fingers
with your heady hue.
You watched as I played.
I’d bound through the door
dragging dolls across you
I’d climb above you
through the window,
key forgotten.
I’d let boyfriends in
and boyfriends out
You simply nodded.
I forgot you were there
until you were not.
You’d gotten old
overgrown
overlooked.
I did not forget
I remember.
Favourite this work | Favourite This Author |
|
Other work by Jojovits1:
...view all work by Jojovits1
|