Ceiling Roses
(one)
The implication if I use the noun rose
in lieu of the verb rose.
Never misspelling a thing, arranging arousal like flowers.
(two)
She tells me he told her that flowers
should only be arranged in uneven numbers
on a prearranged day of the week he offers up
three or five or seven flowers
to the vase.
Roses are never very far from the other
’s access to lace.
(three)
Things to place in vases—
Flour ashes
Dissensions
Negative space
Not for naught
The inner narrative of an urn
Contemporaneously all poetry
Words headers on dashes
A history of shards
Shapeless mess of emotion
Verb and verb constructions (I sit and write)
Filigree of ceiling rose arrangements
Electric stems lit descending before another god gets lost
god se beentjie1 being
Are these a gift or for you? For me.
(four)
Thank god we fact-checked the name
for botanic and botanical gardens
are ambivalent meanings
when the poet steps on stage and suggests that
immigrant and emigrant might be the same
I want to rough up exegesis before everyone
but decency intervenes and the distance between thrusts
lingers.
(five)
Long-stemmed high-rises
thorns thread
shed
slit
of shears and other data I don’t know’s necessary.
(six)
City of roses2 placeholder for
growing up fold up
hometown
this is no term of endearment
but an actual epithet
gaan julle blommetjies, blommetjies maak3
in desert conversational
flowers hold moisture firmly between thumb and index.
(seven)
The social ceiling
secular rosary road rage
is the most unattractive thing.
The glass ceiling
transparent minorities
mounting/s
the uppermost fixture/s of the room
pearl thongs along
lay myths down man.
Klara du Plessis is a poet and critic residing alternately in Montreal and Cape Town. Her chapbook, Wax Lyrical, was released from Anstruther Press, 2015. She curates the monthly, Montreal-based Resonance Reading Series. Follow her on Twitter.




