English rose

kitty the naughty poet

An English rose in a field of daisies
grows beautiful but planted solo
setting smiles from eyes that see
unseen, the bramble beneath
a hot mess of weeds
sharp with thorns bite
covered in sight by daisies bloom
perfection in petals upon first look
hidden flaws showing forgotten scars
English rose destined to wither alone
as the falls of winter flow
untouched by desire,
unpicked in the snow,
unloved within its naked form
In winters storms growth

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Comments7

  • dusk arising

    A rose is a rose and even the gnarled much trimmed old rosebush has an undenyable beauty to the learned eye.

    Each wound we carry beautifies the depths inside us.

  • Violet bluebell( used to be yellow rose)

    Great writing, Katy 🙂 I feel sorry for the rose ..no matter the scars , or flaws .. we all deserve to feel loved and wanted ,

    The rose sounds very sad , I like how you have personified the rose , given it emotion and feeling

    Your words flow nicely

  • spilleronsheet

    A rose bloomed
    All alone
    Everyone praised the beauty
    But never acknowledged the thorns
    Maybe the rose aloofness was sensed by you
    How well scripted are those words of you

  • Saxon Crow

    Poor old roses. Their lot in life to be picked and wither or to be forgotten... And wither

  • orchidee

    Good write Katie.
    From a hymn: 'Holy (Saint) Alban, England's rose', and the city named after him.

    • kitty the naughty poet

      I didn't know it was from a hymn the words just came to me when I saw a picture lol

      • orchidee

        Well, not in a hymn-book, but a hymn someone wrote. I forgot the title, but the 'rose' line is the last line of the hymn.

      • woundedheart

        Rose amongst daisies unpicked such a bittersweet metaphor, many will read into this and see themselves in your wonderful lines. ☺

        • kitty the naughty poet

          I'm sure everyone will interpret it differently, thank you for commenting.

        • L. B. Mek

          'setting smiles from eyes that see
          unseen, the bramble beneath
          a hot mess of weeds
          sharp with thorns bite
          covered in sight by daisies bloom'..
          every time a tabloid
          labels someone new, as yet another
          'English rose'
          I just wince, at the likely sad tidings that's bound to bring..
          (they say beauty should be taxed for its privileges,
          I ask
          and what about the dangers
          its been forced to survive
          since birth...!)
          just a brilliant write, on so many levels
          thanks for sharing

          • kitty the naughty poet

            thanks for commenting and reading my poem I'm glad so many are enjoying it.



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