A Short History Of The Rose Haw Poem by Naida Mujkic

When I saw her
She was in a cobweb, wounded, deformed -
Witness of hunger
beasts that sucked
White stains on petals
As if she was
under the breadcrumbs

And although she was my mirth
Today I turned my head away
Today I haven't enter the garden
As I did before
When I was falling in the grass

Angry at my own grass
Black grass
That dreamed in a chest becaming a sphere

Black grass
For I could not
Hear the beats of my heart

And that I was there no more
On the smell map