In the last maiden
season of spring
mother told me that the jasmine wouldn;t bloom
that year and they didn't.
For father had died
the day before
and the flowers knew how to cry.
So why do they bloom now
when the lover has taken rest
and that one bite on my neck has vanished away
in the air around us.
only mother knows
she who sits on the porch
knitting sweaters and mumbling sounds
to the flowers.
'Queer'.
May 11, 2017
May 11, 2017 at 10:08 AM UTC
In the last maiden
season of spring
mother told me that the jasmine wouldn;t bloom
that year and they didn't.
For father had died
the day before
and the flowers knew how to cry.
So why do they bloom now
when the lover has taken rest
and that one bite on my neck has vanished away
in the air around us.
only mother knows
she who sits on the porch
knitting sweaters and mumbling sounds
to the flowers.
'Queer'.