Iris (In the Cat’s Eye, 2009) is the third poem in the flower trilogy. It is about beauty captured and beauty lost.

The memory of a beautiful flower can stay with us long after the blossom has faded.

In the end, all that any of us can hope for is that we too are remembered for images that stand out against the darkness of the surrounding forest.

Glenn K. Currie

                                      Iris

Iris danced

In a sun-drenched field

At the edge of a dark wood.

They rocked

To a careless breeze

That blew a hundred years ago.

The artist’s eye

Had captured them

In the immortality of youth.

Now they lay trapped

Beneath a pane of glass,

Too old to dance.

The once-bright blues and yellows,

Slowly fading into the wall

Of my mother’s hospital room.