Love-lies-bleeding

Love-lies-bleeding

Strands of soft red flowers adorn
the gate to the garden where beyond
we pose a pietà:
you the designated Madonna,
me?
dying in your arms,
looking up at fear filled eyes of what will come:
mourning for what I took,
for what I never gave you.
Here the photographer becomes an audience,
mere sympathy; she'll
never know our story.
This image tells its own lies,
none-the-less,
yet the picture remains a legacy
of love-lies-bleeding
at my behest.

© Kåre Enga [163.588] 2007.februar.25

A picture of the flower, Amaranthus caudatus:
http://www.ces.ncsu.edu/depts/hort/consumer/factsheets/annuals/loveliesbleeding....
A story about the flower and Saint Francis:
http://www.flowersociety.org/articles/loveliesbleeding.pdf

Author's note to self: original in blog entry: "Bullying at work. A pank-and-green blog. Love-Lies-Bleeding"