A waxed white petal,
a green leaf,
centred with powdery,
yellow pollen and
floating on the pond.
Moored.
Of course, Lily Evans is a flower!
She’s a delicate blossom,
unfurling only when the sunshine warms her.
(But there is another side
A tail to this heads)
Tiger-lily
Red. Flocked. Wallpaper.
Wine spilt on the tablecloth.
Carelessly applied lipstick,
On a mouth that can’t stop laughing.
A smudge on her sister’s confirmation dress.
Lioness, red-gold, roaring, snarling.
The feather quilt enveloping.
Gentle lullaby.
And yet
And yet
Lily is more
The girl on the swing
arching into the sky as she leaps.
A parachute.
Lily - a carved name
On a gravestone.
Cold bones in icy ground.
A dessicated flower
Unwaxed.