Rose

This is a poem I wrote in Myra Shapiro's workshop after the "portrait exercise". This year the theme was "what shapes us" and our poem was Romanesque Arches by Tomas Transtomer.

Rose

 

She is a rose.
Once her roots snaked down into dust and sucked hungrily.
She grew wise without growing old.
She is a rose.
Plucked from the ancient garden
from earth loosened by loving fingers.
Now she will bloom forever
behind a glass
encircled in gold
bejeweled with precious thorns

Author's Note

This is a poem I wrote in Myra Shapiro's workshop after the "portrait exercise". This year the theme was "what shapes us" and our poem was Romanesque Arches by Tomas Transtomer.

Reviews

[D S Rollins]

Lovely descriptive language.