Red Roses

I tried to take a photograph
As proof of his testimony of love.
Ten beautiful blood-red roses
Presented with a gaze that meant
He loved me.
The camera was faulty.
The flowers were too plump to press.
I have an intimate collection now.
Consisting of brown unperformed rose petals
And a photograph of ten red blobs
On a foggy day.
The only reminders I have
That he once loved me.

By Tanya Housham

Red Roses

Tanya Housham

Joined September 2007

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A satirical poem about love written a very long time ago.

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