She was tall and beautiful a time
When he brought her home
As a present to his loyal lover
Blooming flowers purple and white.
A stem held straight to give her a direction
A constricting transparent plastic vase
She wished to get out of
While reaching for the sky, longing to fly
Her lanceolate siliceous leaves too heavy
Her roots too dry, she is thirsty
Yet loyal lover is somewhat oblivious to her pain
Falling blossoms she seizes scissors cuts her
Leaving her forever hopeless to her dreams.
I looked at her last night it felt as she spoke to me
Unuttered words in silence begging for release
I fantasised if only I could give her wings
What a spectacle it would be to see her flee.
[Featured painting: Chinese Orchid by Ren Xian Yu]