Arranging Flowers
| April 16, 2011 | Posted by caroline under freeform |
I have spent the whole day
Arranging flowers
Picking each posy with care
Reds and whites
Lovely, side by side,
If not a bit boring
Oranges and blues
The choice of a colour blind bride
Fuschia pink
Neon yellow
Did someone dye them these glaring colours?
I’ve just passed the whole day
Arranging flowers
Checking the petals are moist
Cutting the stems to ensure
The flowers won’t ever
Come back to life
They’ll last a matter of days
Prescribed a mysterious white powder
Bearing resemblance with a drug
To prolong its written life
“It will choke a few days,”
the florist says,
and die a slow death, she adds
under her breath.
On someone’s dining table
In someone’s gilded vase.
They look so beautiful
As they wither in the front hall
Of a wealthy man’s abode
I’ll arrange your flowers
Tomorrow there’ll be more
And you can replace the unsightly.
Those flowers wilting in your home
I arranged them
