Sometimes, you discover sources of inspiration by accident. For me, that accident is called Dorothy Parker. This American writer was known for her sharp and sometimes even cynical observations. Maybe a bit like me in my columns… When I read the end of this poem, I recognised the sort of twist I use in my own poetry. And just like that, Dorothy Parker became an inspiration.
A single flow’r he sent me, since we met.
All tenderly his messenger he chose;
Deep-hearted, pure, with scented dew still wet –
One perfect rose.
I knew the language of the floweret;
“My fragile leaves,” it said, “his heart enclose.”
Love long has taken for his amulet
One perfect rose.
Why is it no one ever sent me yet
One perfect limousine, do you suppose?
Ah no, it’s always just my luck to get
One perfect rose.
Dorothy Parker
Alix in Wonderland 