Jacqueminot In Negative Poem by Richard George

The most beautiful woman I ever met
showered me with confidences,
scarlet, jade, sapphire
chatoyance in funeral tears.
I wove her a biopsy.

But there

on the other side of the road

are her Concorde-
aerodynamic curves
evaginated monochrome.
Under a shock blanched to pearl
her glare is strychnine.

Her ghost?

Her or a stranger?

Does she recognise me?

If she does, does she hate me
as a dolphin its carver,

hybrid rose, half her organ donor?