Guest Poet Agnieszka Jakubczak
A Flower Poem
How strange it is to be
inside a flower com
of plastic, or rose, or gerbera, or glass?
How long will she stay alive
in a place pre-prepared, implanted with
artificial green
surrounded with polyester-covered fingers.
How long
before she fades
before her face turns into a plasticine
trumpery for children to destroy.
Body dressed
in a nightgown of leaves withers quickly
petal by petal.
Our white eyelids shut tight.
The plastic cover hardens
leaving the air cold.
December, 2001
Agnieszka Jakubczak's questions:
Could you tell me please how to make it a more grammatical and a stronger
poem.
What did you think of it?
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