Monday
Jun042012
Dahlias
by Sarah Day
Strangely bright
their electric colours
leap at me
from dark places.At night I smell
the rusty rag leaf, brown water;
through the black
their lurid shapes come flaunting back,shockingly exposed.
Their rude truth glares at me.
I shut my eyes.
The air weighs thick with acrid odors.
Source: Australian Poetry Library
More about the poet: The Write Stuff, Sarah Day