Wendy Mcneill

Carnation

Wendy Mcneill


A single white carnation 
Sailed through the air hit the ground 
Behind it was laughter 
And envy and joy in the sound 
Of passion and power 
For the star of the hour 
Least noble of flowers 
Lays at her feet like a clown 

Just a step up from a weed 
So common so hardy 
A stranger to the fame 
And other ridiculous things 
A practical type 
Like the fella that threw you 
Who shuffles away 
And exits the theatre alone 

A single teardrop 
Softens the crease on his face 
One of many hard living has shaped 
"Oh baby" he cried "why couldn't i ?" 
"Oh baby" he cried "why?" 
"But look at you now, i guess i've done right" 
So the carnation man picked up his bottle 
And melted back into the night 

She was succesful 
The newspapers claimed 
A pheonix from ashes 
But what they never said was 
She longed for a call 
From a man she hardly knew at all 
She folded her kerchif 
And answered the dressing room door 

To flashes of light and armfuls of flowers 
"Just put them over there" she said 
"With all of the others" 
But a ghost caught her eye 
As the usher walked by 
A crumpled carnation 
Fell through the air hit the ground