The Vase Poem by Melissa Hennessy

Roses don’t excite me anymore;
I’ve seen each shade evermore.
The pattern of life and love dangles around me each day.
The sultry warmth of light fades to grey.

Burdened to a cool underground layer
and then plucked by a cotton-handed slayer.
My defenders are shunned.
My body is hacked short and is stunned.

Placed on display
in glass or in clay.
The colors ignite the enclosed shore,
yet roses don’t excite me anymore.