Some Roses and Their Phantoms
(after the painting by Dorothea Tanning)
When roses die their petals shed
like skin peeled from a snake
with nothing left but the phantom-coils
of yesterday’s blooms they shrivel
and spool, curl into shapeless knots
to live among the dead
where the ghosts of roses go
to hide and be alone
with thoughts of might have been
springs that would never come.
— by Neil Ellman
Copyright © 2013, by Neil Ellman. All Rights Reserved
Twice nominated for Best of the Net, as well as for the Rhysling Award from the Science Fiction Poetry Association, Neil Ellman writes from New Jersey. Hundreds of his poems, many of which are ekphrastic and written in response to works of modern and contemporary art, appear in publication throughout the world. His first full-length collection, Parallels, consists of more than 200 of his previously published ekphrastic works.