Crimson Illusion
Nov 27th, 2008 | By Dennis Copson | Category: Poetry CornerMy lover picked me roses
From her garden last Sunday morn,
Red blossoms in seductive poses
Nestled coyly amongst the thorns.
She vased them in a crimson arrangement
Displayed by the window in the sun.
Then I watched in naive estrangement
As my illusions came undone.
As those roses, I’d sung of love, heart crazed.
But I sang alone, remember?
What had been a raging [...]