Not A Doubt.
Stalked in tall greenery, cupped as itself,
bud-tight but becoming
slowly unfurled petaled perfection opens
to show in this single rose
tender attention, strongly fragile its scent
from a distance out-faces
with essence relevant questions on hold.
Scent-soaked poetry, unsaid will vibrate
as this clandestine rose
speaks its message from faraway hands
and treasured more
by intention to gently perfume our fated
attraction shall leave
not a doubt on how love's destiny stands.
Sweet evocative sign
oh milky-white rose,
your secret so disguised
only providence knows.
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Fay Slimm. (
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This is really beautiful. Excellent writing here Fay.
A super work as always. I not usually a great fan of pre-Raphaelite but this is so well complemented by Emma Sandys painting.
You weave a fine tapestry with your words, Fay. I appreciate this poem as I do all of your work!
Beautiful write and liked the William Holman Hunt painting.
Good write Fay. is that you in the pic - a little younger?! heehee.
Well written and expressed
Another beauty Fay. I'm enjoying reading your book. I open it on any page and fill my heart with beauty. Thanks for such an inspirational work.
Thanks FAY it is indeed LADY HOLDING A ROSE by Emma Sandys ~ by a coincidence my POEM tomorrow is based on ISOLDE and the LOVE POTION ~ by Her husband FREDERICK SANDYS ~ must be a pre-Raphaelite Muse in the air ? Love both the Form & Function of the Poem ~ Yours as ever ~ BRIAN
Such elegance, Fay!
The picture and the poem do compliment each other, both are very beautiful and elegant. Beautiful writing as always!
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