Pressed Flowers
Pressed Flowers
(Portrait of an old woman)
Squeezed beneath the book of life
your colours fade and leach.
Your beauty is preserved,
brittle and paper thin,
a meagre reflection of the days of glory
when you blossomed with colour,
with scent and with youth
Now you are glued
to a picture frame
first admired, then ignored,
and there you remain
neglected, and alone.
© Catherine Knee