This white bloom sprouted from one of my house plants. If you strain your imagination as I did, you might see the profile of a young lady in the shadows of its curled petal. Young and inexperienced she's on her way to an affair under the sun.
Bound for The Garden Party
The curled white brim
Obscures a face in shadows,
A pompous profile
With chin and nose held high.
One tight yellow choker
Holds erect the long, thin neck,
A small lump of insecurity
Hiding behind its beads.
© 2010 Photo and Poem by Rose Marie Boyd
