Roses

By Marion McCready Marion McCready
There is no escaping the storm of roses
crisscrossed on the split-cracked wall
of a dead fountain arch.
There is no escaping their uterine balls,
expanding as a reminder of the children I never had.
If you listen carefully you can hear the vibrations,
the heart drone of their petal jaw-harps.
And there’s no going back,
no indiscovery of Mars
or these red planets brooding before me,
light predators, sun-hatched
and bloodening like the fists of women
who have gone to war.

Source: Poetry (January 2014).

RELATED CONTENT

Discover this poem’s context and related poetry, articles, and media.

Poet Marion McCready

POET’S REGION Scotland

Subjects Living, Life Choices, The Body, Nature, Trees & Flowers, Social Commentaries, Gender & Sexuality

Poetic Terms Free Verse