The Nomadic Flowers on Your Back

by Shalom Galve Aranas

We swam in the sea.

The flowers on your back

seemingly nomadic

as you flexed muscle

above your spine, colors fresh

sluicing down in rivulets

of blood, petals, and pain.

Later the pain of brine

on your newly tattooed skin

will disappear.

Later, I will let you go

or, you will leave me

with memories of flowers

on your back.

Go to them,

your children and their mother.

You just needed someone

to send you off,

or to show off how

you tolerate pain.

Later, I bled too much

the red, silent, painless

tears, but oh, I flowed

a month after the ocean’s

tide reminded me

of how not drown

sharing not only past

the skin but

the needles of your tattoo

as well.

Back to Archive

Writers Bio

Shalom Galve Aranas is a freelance writer published in Synaeresis, Enchanted Conversation, Minnie's Diary, and elsewhere. She is a loving, single mother of two.

Inspirational ImageThe Tattoo by Ming Myaskovskyby Ming Myaskovsky

Pieces Inspired by this Image

'Madison Avenue Is Vacant'
by Karol Nielsen

'Blinded Vision'
by Sreekanth Kopuri

by David Clear

Follow Us

© Copyright 2012 With Painted Words