Stare into its depths.
Red and orange flicker, leap and stab.
Smoky, shifting colors blacken and curl
Its abundant petals.
A long inhale and I go deeper.
Sorrow and rage draw me down.
Early memories trigger and entice,
Rolling, feed my fire and raise my voice.
It keeps me coming back.
Face buried in searing blooms,
I part my lips to bitter and sweet,
Lap up the pungent nectar
That fails to nourish my growing soul.
How do I break my addiction to this bouquet of shadows?
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2018)
Midtown Global Market Prompt: 3 mins on “bouquet of shadows”