tulips#05

"... The tulips are too red in the first place, they hurt me. 
Even through the gift paper I could hear them breathe   
Lightly, through their white swaddlings, like an awful baby.   
Their redness talks to my wound, it corresponds. 
They are subtle : they seem to float, though they weigh me down,   
Upsetting me with their sudden tongues and their colour,   
A dozen red lead sinkers round my neck ..."

'Tulips'  : :  Sylvia Plath  1965

... Cardiff's Queen Street ...