Cyanotype print by author

Showy knot of gathered shame
don’t punish us with your absence
for such a slight as this trowel’s

Mischief peeks out from among
your skirts, where your eye hides,
bashful – I see you pretending
to not see me, your pentitent gardener

I give you my slight bow
in return for your precious head,
Olympic daughter, bring
all your glory to the golden bowl,
be the centerpiece
of my patient table,
let your bright bloom
be my heart’s physician

Today’s poem is steeped in the language of flowerssince this was a year ago, I will admit I don’t remember writing it, but I can guess that I did a lot of digging around in obscure references for this one! Thank you for reading.

Published by amyjasek

Film photographer, mother, positively passionate about life in general, Texan : )

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