By Michael Leach 

 

Three thin stems
shoot up from lush leaves –
the only greenery
to be seen in the confines
of my city apartment.
 
Three spadices
shaped like morning stars
shine in bright yellow,
their spikes less sharp
than rose thorns.
 
Three delicate petals
curve upwards to nibs,
reflecting every colour
in their gentle surrender
to peacefulness.

 

This poem is a public submission created for Red Room Poetry's New Shoots digital poetry anthology