Saturday, April 21, 2018

Day 21 NaPoWriMo: Petals in Wax

I followed the prompt and decided to riff off of the Narcissus myth a little bit.


Petals in Wax

She watches her face in the mirror

stares at her body, nose, and eyes
and sees her cheeks turn to roses,
her tears form into spring bells,
and her lips kiss into the first tulips;
her arms grow into lilies and trumpets
her buttocks hydrangeas in bloom.

But her petals begin to pucker
So she presses herself into a book
all of her youth captured in
between wax and paper
now lain into a relic and flat
brown and wrinkled
all the time wasted

in the mirror she did not
seek out a love that will last.