Dancing Girl

©Bonnie Lucas

On view through 5/10/11 at Esopus Gallery in NYC

Pinkberry

Let’s name this rose a grown-up Pinkberry.
The words may shade to lipstick genus
for reasons more fairy than funny.
One rose comes to call, that’s all.
A chuckler who ladies in fashion hat and tights,
thorny as a shoot, smooth in youth.
She’ll dance the Pinkberry solo,
accompanied by sugar-plum hearts.
The part is hers.
Rich and full of complexity – essence of ripe currants,
a roselike bouquet with a clean finish –
she flourishes, a flowerlike fleur.
Delices unlimited. A Flemish blemish.
Collectioneuse of Beanies and Barbies,
– a child’s janusface, parents’
dilemma – siren and mom to cuddly critters.
Spots from baby leopard to Barbie leotard
to dalmation-pup stuffed pack on back.
The all-season Pinkberry
shines in spring, when roses bloom –
fast-growing floribunda, showy, singular, independent,
that’s the rose we call by this name.

©Cynthia Nadelman