Identity crises

Message to Readers

This piece is part of an short anthology that I'm working on about women in nature.

Night Roses

October 8, 2020


The roses are good enough.
Red and pretty, 
they are the love interest.

Visitors swoon over their long swan necks,
shaking in the wind.
Old poppies brood, green with envy.
The roses pose surreptitiously.

All night, they just sit there in the garden,
waiting to be picked.
The smooth bald buds stand out like
and there’s nothing better to do
but watch them. 


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  • Sanjana Sunilkumar

    awe, this is lovely!

    5 months ago
  • Busssy.Beee

    Gorgeous and purely filled with talent!! <3

    7 months ago
  • Lata.B

    Oh gosh I absolutely love the way you wrote this!

    7 months ago
  • (sk)eyesofocher

    re: wellll it can be a bit taxing to try and remember all the ideas when you're not a note taker, but it is pretty nice having an overactive imagination and having ideas to make into real things:)

    7 months ago
  • (sk)eyesofocher

    re: hahahah no I literately had a random idea of a book with a more mystic type person (not exactly witch?) about two days ago and didn't feel like making it into a love story, and I had the idea of also trying to write and publish a children's book along with my YA trilogy. SO getting ideas and just kind of working out the kinks right now. But thanks:)

    7 months ago
  • dream02

    This is awesome! Such vivid description!!
    Re:oh thx!!!

    7 months ago
  • lochnessie

    I love the perspective in this: such a vivid image of those old, stooped, brooding poppies XD
    and thank you!

    7 months ago
  • anemoia by a thread

    I like the perspective on roses, especially from the poppies.
    Re: Thank you so much! I'm glad my story-poem didn't feel forced. Stay tuned for the next section!

    7 months ago
  • storie_bird

    wow... this creates a sensation of feeling at ease!

    7 months ago