Haikus for Jasmine

Ivory blossom,

sweet symbol of purity,

gently reeking of

purple sugar and

green leafy musk, she suspends

her petals from within.

Dangling above a

wrought iron doorway, she waits.

Not for Aladdin

to pluck her from stem,

but for the gardener king  

to remove his shears.

Deep in that floral castle,

Jasmine has been forced to bloom;

her garden, a tomb.