A Blue Glass BottleA Poem by annie_novak
On an old school desk in a thrift store
sits a dark blue glass bottle. Its neck is slender like a woman's and its body is gently rounded. The blue is so deep you can hardly see through the glass. Standing out of the bottle is a single scarlet rose. The petals look like they were painted with blood. As a child I reached out my hand to touch the rose. A thorn tore the skin on my pudgy finger and drew blood the same color as the flower. I wiped crimson beads on the petals since no one would see any difference. As an adult I have revisited that thrift shop. The blue bottle with the blood rose still stands on the antique school desk. I can't help but wonder if it's the same rose, staying alive all these years by the blood of pricked fingers.
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1 Review Added on August 24, 2012 Last Updated on August 24, 2012 Authorannie_novakWAAboutInterests: writing, travel, literature, philosophy, art Influences/Heroes: john steinbeck, tom waits, jack kerouac, edward abbey, ken kesey, emily dickenson, henry david thoreau, edgar allen poe more..Writing
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