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.
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