Ghost Writing
Nov 9, 2020
Christmas roses bloom in the dying of the light
it’s not a rose it’s a beautiful buttercup, slight
like the golden marvels we used to decide
which side our bread was buttered, when granny was alive.
Was the yellow reflected on your chin?
No, these flowers resemble wild roses — poisonous to humans –
helleborus niger macranthus –
enough to tangle any tongue, no…
