A Blue Glass Bottle

A Blue Glass Bottle

A 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.

© 2012 annie_novak


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well this is the best I've seen in a long time..you keep this up ...Oh oh...sound like a teacher.....Great poem that should get loads of glowing reviews...I see you like Tom Waits...maybe that explains it...good stuff

Posted 12 Years Ago


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annie_novak

12 Years Ago

Thank you for the compliments. And yes, Tom Waits is an all time favorite musician, writer, and uniq.. read more
Dr. Wood ?

12 Years Ago

hear hear

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