when roses bloomed

The poet, as an artist, possesses the entire range of human condition & imagination as the scope of their art. This poem was prompted by a late night viewing of a Scandinavian tele-drama; where a grown daughter was visiting her now-retired dad. His 'new' woman was in the kitchen as he walked in from gardening, and they were setting the dining table, passing each other china & cutlery. It was quaint, but she was the 'other woman,' & the tension was thick in the air.

I will have to dig deep, as I have not nominated nor based the poem on none of the three, but bring honest it would be in the eyes of the grown child. That would make it semi-autobiographical. But since it could have been any of the three, I should really be aiming for another three poems to address the main players in the scene.... and possibly a fourth to tie it all together. A quadrilogy, what are you doing to me, IanT, hahaha!