Poetry

STILL LIFE

By 3rd November 2007December 9th, 2019No Comments

The bruised red velvet
petals of the three red roses
curled in tight; in solidarity; against
the invasion of their inner selves
Not so the brazen lily, who bared its soul
its fiery orange tongue; resplendent
Soft, pink lacy fingers of the
unassuming astilbe
reached out in harmony
All held their breath; lay still
on the crisp white linen
Click; click the only sound
With a long gentle sigh
they relaxed; knowing their life
was recorded for ever
by the photographer’s eye

Jan Hedger

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