For one silly season <br />Bush tempered and human nurtured <br />I rose red <br />Obediently <br />Unearthed and shaken <br />By my unfolding <br /> <br />I recover restless <br />Budding and blooming <br />From that hooded promise <br />And I laundered my spirit <br />High and haughty <br />Above all the thorns <br /> <br />But wait <br />Look <br />A personal fable is fading <br />A Perspex dream is shattering <br /> <br />And I listen alive <br />To a screaming nightmare <br />Surgically cutting my candy <br /> <br />Now amongst the many wilted <br />I know <br />They too were virtuous <br />Before the reaping <br /> <br />Less innocent <br />Less celebrated <br /> <br />An entire race of roses <br />On a sea of laden tables <br />Can all contemplate <br />A certain withering fate <br /> <br />Midst the flat champagne, confetti and cake<br /><br />Simone Inez Harriman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rose-red/
