Cut Lillies by NoahWarren

More than a hundred dollars of them.

It was pure folly. I had to find more glass things to stuff them in.

Now a white and purple cloud is breathing in each corner

of the room I love. Now a mass of flowers spills down my dining table—

each fresh-faced, extending its delicately veined leaves

into the crush. Didn’t I watch

children shuffle strictly in line, cradle

candles that dribbled hot white on their fingers,

chanting Latin—just to fashion Sevilla’s Easter? Wasn’t I sad? Didn’t I               use to

go mucking through streambeds with the skunk cabbage raising

bursting violet spears?  —Look, the afternoon dies

as night begins in the heart of the lilies and smokes up

 

their fluted throats until it fills the room

and my lights have to be not switched on.

And in close darkness the aroma grows so sweet,

so strong, that it could slice me open. It does.

I know I’m not the only one whose life is a conditional clause

hanging from something to do with spring and one tall room and the

              tremble of my phone.

I’m not the only one that love makes feel like a dozen

 

flapping bedsheets being ripped to prayer flags by the wind.

 

When I stand in full sun I feel I have been falling headfirst for decades.

 

God, I am so transparent.

 

So light.

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Author: chrissiemorrisbrady

I've read poetry since I was nine and have written creatively since I was fourteen (probably long before that). After writing book reviews and social comment, I decided I wanted to write poetry. I have no formal training, but I surround myself with poets and their writing. I am honing my craft. I have two published collections which I don't feel good about, but have been published by madswirl.com and other publications. I live on the south coast of England with my daughter. I am seriously ill.

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