I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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23 October 2017

Petals and Thorns

They burn, oh!
my petals burn

light has elapsed 

only these briars
glow eerily now

the setting sun
reddens the thorns,
their pointed tips

in the garden –
a garden enclosed
in dying light –

my petals flame.


Written for Micro Poetry ~ Binding with Briars at 'imaginary garden with real toads', and for facebook's The Poetry of Three. (Inspired – loosely – by Blake's 'The Garden of Love'.)

 Published in HAVE YOUR CHILL, July 2018.
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9 comments:

  1. Sherry Blue Sky23 October 2017 at 13:41

    This is utterly gorgeous.

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  2. Iulia Flame23 October 2017 at 17:08

    Swoon. :)

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  3. Sanaa Rizvi23 October 2017 at 19:20

    My goodness this is good!❤️

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  4. Anonymous23 October 2017 at 20:47

    colours of blood throbbing here Rosemary - poetry in pain(t)

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  5. brudberg24 October 2017 at 05:38

    I do love the words behind those burning petals.

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  6. Susie Clevenger24 October 2017 at 11:00

    Burning petals... We burn in passion for that which blesses and curses us

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  7. Kerry O'Connor25 October 2017 at 03:07

    I read your poem last night but a troublesome tablet would not let me post my comment!
    I love your poem - the palpable melancholy which takes into account both the petals and the thorns is highly emotive.

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  8. Margaret25 October 2017 at 04:50

    beauty is often not without pain of some sort...

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  9. Magaly Guerrero26 October 2017 at 01:43

    The passion is bright, hot, wild... it grabs the heart's eyes by the shoulders, shakes it hard, and screams, "Look! Are you blind? Unfeeling!" So much passion, almost desperation...

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