Tag Archives: rose water
Avowal
Do I dare—I do not— to buy a snuff bottle. Hand-painted, it comes in a small gold thread embroidered box with a latch. If a peach adorned its glass shell, would I then? Afraid to ask questions, I let wondering … Continue reading
Filed under Afternoon Poems
Meniscus
Hours the color of quarry beds, a walk that gets extended because of a need to stitch the river to her breath, she calculates how long it will take for the fragrance of rose water to reach the bottom. She … Continue reading
Filed under Civil Twilight or Dawn Poems
Another Reverie (Day 2,644)
An incurable addiction to the image that comes on strong, without warning—blue bottles emptied of their rose water gather light upon a sill. A vine still holding its dried leaves tight clings to the window in the dead of winter … Continue reading
Filed under Day Poems
