Pale roses fill the air with fragrance
as I bend to make a wish in the fountain
my coin is received with a golden splash.
Brass lion heads dispense water with a roar
in this serene quintessential garden
I lay myself down in a soft bed of grass.
My breathing slows as my thoughts follow
into a meditative reverie
thoughts pass floccinaucinihilipilification.
Leisurely plucking a nearby rose for my hair
a thorn sinks deep into soft flesh
blood trickles a bright red.
Jamming my finger in my mouth
I stand and gather my wits about me
bare feet heading for the back door.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2014
This was originally a Magpie Tale write. I reworked the art and wrote this poem about it. I imagined myself in this garden making a wish as described above. I enjoyed having a surprise ending here, a kind of “wake up and smell the roses” (or something like that.)