Flowers for Hamlet


I played the daisy
When I was already withered inside
Pretended the purple orchids were what I wanted
When I longed for white pansies
But blue was the only color I could offer
I’m sorry, my dear
While my hair lays sprawled like crow-flowers
As she so delicately said
I dress them in fennel
Only to deliver from talons rue and columbine
But I take mine without shame
Dressing her crown with that of difference
And mine of repentance
You would hold my violets if I had three to give
They dried up while I watered the nettles
Unknowingly
Though you aren’t here
I’ll see you soon
Rosemary shall be my placeholder
Until you are pricked
And the daisy I shall be no more

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