The gossip's eyes
The gossip’s eyes
never lie,
she just smiles
she just dials
it’s her party
and if you show up
she knows the truth
no Ruth
Is she, or even a thief of roses
on the ceiling
where the Medicis left them.
She just tells
and looks up
and laughs
at the tears on their petals,
Silently sobbing, they say:
“I am still here,
And I never tell.”
©Philippe du Col, 2025
Tatin rose (my first one)