Ode to Sweet Soville

the lovely garden of sweet Soville

a charming young child-woman, though ill

where she grew roses, every kind

this healed her body, calming her mind

 

it started with a tiny red bloom

with flourishes, too late and too soon

then came that foretold dust of white frost

the rose still vied, t'was stunningly glossed

 

that bud of crimson, iced of crystal

they now as one, and deftly brittle

with one from summer, one from winter

this stunning blossom, could but shiver

 

for time, sadly had moved much too fast

that red, red rose t’was fighting e’er last

the withering from stinging cruel cold

t'was lovely Soville, gone like her rose

Author's Note

Poetic Meter: Iambic Tetrameter with Catalexis.

Reviews

[Sheila Kline]

I love the message in this, and the style of writing you have chosen for its message - 'tis just so lovely, indeed!! My favorite line is..........."rose of crimson, frost like crystals they now as one, both fraught yet still..........just creates such a memorable image in my mind!

[BLBrown]

Thanks so much Sheila. It was a joy to write even though I wanted it to be hauntingly sad.

[Shamsuddin Mazed]

nice