A Rose Arose
One cloudy day, as he walked that hillside
there, in a brief ray of sunlight he saw
a singular Rose, dying
between the Lilac and the Blackthorn
that were overgrown and overhanging.
A blood red Rose, amid a crown of thorns
that were barely tied to its tall, dense stem.
He knew it was a tree rose, but wondered
how it came to be in that location.
Might someone have tried to start a garden?
It was cold that Friday in October
but somehow he had become determined
to save that spirited Rose.
He left and returned with his wheelbarrow
plus tools, to prune the Lilac and Blackthorn.
He then clipped the only remaining Rose
and saved it in his coat.
Carefully he bundled and tied the canes.
He dug a trench extending outward from
the plant’s base and as long as the plant’s height.
He loosened the soil surrounding the base
and he quietly laid the rose to rest.
He covered it with soil and mounded it.
He buried it in mulch, then returned home
and pressed that rose flower into pages
of the poignant book that he was reading.
In springtime he returned to that hillside
removed the mulch and resurrected
the rose
staked and tied it so that it would not fall.
He came back many times to care for it
but always, when he was done
he returned to the priory
from whence he had come.
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MendedFences27 (
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Comments4
A tale of sheer devotion to saving nature and all she creates -- the title so apt and the telling so folded in poetic rhythm - - loved the title - a rose arose indeed.
Thank you, Fay. Hopefully there is a much deeper meaning. Nature needs all the help she can get these days.
This is lovely . Nature should be saved too .. I like how you have expressed yourself in this ))
Thanks, Vi. It's about a rose and more.
Good write M.
Thanks, Orch.
layered and meaningfully, so
I admire poetry, that's obviously
intimate in context
but inked in a manner that affords, the reader
enough abstracted distance
so they can interpret
the words and themes, in a way
that they best relate to it..
it takes such refined, practiced skill and restraint
to make it a subtle element of a poem
a fantastic write! thank you
dear Poet
Thank you, L.B. I like to write so that there is always more below the surface.
a great trait
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