Past Flowers

Prompt from Freeta: Roses

Will or won’t

No don’t

Ignore the fool

Just playing it cool

Stay present

This moment steals

Mind cartwheels

And summersaults

Into the past

Where the story lasts

Wind and rain howling

Neighbours dog growling

Door bangs

First bunch bought

Who’d a thought

Standing smiling

Her eyes glazing

To a dancing dozen

For a lovin’

Warm as an oven

To bake cold love

Old love

Make them last

Forever in that glass

Her nose to sniff

A delightful whiff

A deep red

Soon dead

Music played

In the kitchen she swayed

To a song stayed

In a mind delayed

That was then

This is now

And back again

Her hips

Moved in sync

With lips

Moving.

Swirling,

Laughing,

Living,

Dazzling,

Her hours allotted

Time since blotted

Her sweet face

It’s delicious taste

In the mind traced

Was always haste

No time to waste

How prophetic

Made hope pathetic

That music sheet

Forever on repeat

Turntable mind

A future blind

To a time where all was kind

Passion and heat

A seat

At past defeats

Silent treats

A dozen chosen

In the mind frozen

They only bloom once

Thought

That’s the story bought

Another door opened

And it all poured out

All about

A right mess

Too old for chess

Did her best

Go home, rest

Was it a test?

Can’t bring back past

Won’t last

Be this the last cast

Too old for shy

Must try

Dozen

Red Roses

Please