A poem inspired by the briar rose paintings Of Burne Jones and the conotations of love


Roses Hardly Ever Grow by M.A.Meddings

The Love that was in me
Was a briar rose
Whose petals fell
One by one
Painfully
Into Snow
And as the last one fell
A drop of blood
Remained
As each and one
Should know
In bleakest winter
Roses hardly ever grow



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Written on 2006-08-20 at 12:34

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Kathy Lockhart
forgot to tell you this is bookmarked!xxx katherine
2006-08-20


Kathy Lockhart
"a drop of blood remained" there is hope in that remaining drop. Blood is life so there is life. It only needs to be tended and protected, given the source of all that is needed to help it grow. More love. It was in the kiss of the prince that awaken Briar Rose and life sprung up again! The world was awakened by love. This is a beautiful piece so inspired by those paintings. Your heart sees much and your pen reveals much. xxx kathy
2006-08-20


Malin Johansson
A beautiful poem here, a mixed up poem about sadness and love and the glow of love!!
Regards daughter
2006-08-20


F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
winter seems like the season that just deepens the feelings of abandonment and loneliness when love's fallen out or slowly extinguished out of the picture... painful like a growing twinge are the words of this, but expressed so beautifully it touches a heart... very nice... *hug* xx
2006-08-20


Emelén The PoetBay support member heart!
and some winters can last forever, maybe
someday different flowers may appear
This poem throughout paifully great Michael
2006-08-20