CURSE FLOWER Silk-white petals Tear scent of woman Forsaken. What blooms After pain? Her curse rises At night. Humid heat Of vine extending, Growth from cut branch, Grafted arm to root. The curse of living After loss. Long memories of cold rage Flowering. Transient Monument to mere woman. Now garlanded for saints, A crown of honour For the dignified And the dead.
Christine Fojas is a Filipino-Canadian hailing from Las Piñas City and currently living in Metro Vancouver. She has a BA in Comparative Literature from University of the Philippines and works as a library technician at Douglas College. A list of her publications can be found at her website. She also blogs at christinefojas.wordpress.com. She is a regular contributor for Marías at Sampaguitas.
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