Defiant roses
Speared me with an archer’s point,
Bleed after cut thorns.
NaPoWriMo 2013 Day 14
Defiant roses
Speared me with an archer’s point,
Bleed after cut thorns.
NaPoWriMo 2013 Day 14
Underneath the ivy grows,
waving in the summer scene
a rose bush, with its yellow groves
brightening a wall of green.
Branches mingle, mix and blend,
a lovely bouquet forms amid
the ivy vines and thorny stand,
a conchord, growing lovers bed.
One does not concede the other,
twirling round each one’s advance,
rooted, wrapped, and then recovered,
to climax in a maddening dance.
Twisting green, with bloom and thorns
a spooning aftermath adorns.